#fine i’ll be shy i fucking hate everybody

[devilsskettle]

people will say that you’re shy but when you try to talk they look at you like you grew a third eye in the middle of your forehead. i’m literally just trying to chat i’m not shy i love to chat but i’m not talking to people who make it clear that they don’t want to interact with me

[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

Can’t get over her

Word count: 5010     

Genre: A little angst with a little fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader 

Warnings: Little bit of swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: Reader has always had a bit of a crush on Natasha but it’s unrequited. She lets Tony and Wanda take her to a club and Nat starts acting differently.

A/N: This is not a request, I just felt like writing this story. I’m super nervous about this because I’m not sure if it’s very good but I thought I would post it in case anyone is interested. This is my first x reader fic and first Natasha/Marvel fic so I wasn’t sure how to write it. That being said I hope you enjoy, and if you do, I’m always open to take requests! Btw this is completely unimportant but even though this fic is a medium length, it’s the longest story I’ve actually completed so I feel proud of myself for that!

“Y/n!” A voice rang out loudly disrupting your sleep. 

“Ughhhh,” you groaned, “what do you want?” Instead of an answer the door to your room gets thrown open loudly, allowing all the light to come in. You bury yourself under the blankets, partly to stop your eyes from seeing the light and partly to hide the fact that you were wearing Avengers themed pyjamas. 

“Rise and shine sweetheart!” You hear Tony’s voice mock. Reluctantly you poke your head out of the blankets just enough so you can see and squint at your best friend/mentor just in time to see him rush off, probably to wake up another unfortunate avenger. When you first joined you never expected to like Tony at all, much less consider him your best friend or look up to him. You had heard rumors of him being inappropriate with women and while his jokes most certainly were and you did occasionally catch him staring at your boobs he never did anything creepy to make you uncomfortable and inside he was a good man, way more so than you expected.

All that in mind you decide to get out of bed to see why Tony woke you up because he (probably) wouldn’t wake you up for no reason. Taking a minute to change out of the avenger pyjamas and into some clothes as well as brush your hair you wander downstairs. On the way down you bump into Clint who unlike you has made absolutely no effort to look presentable and looks like he just rolled out of bed. You say a quick hello but he just grunts in return, not even looking at you. Inwardly laughing about how much Clint hates to be awake in the morning you continue downstairs to meet up with the rest of the avengers who are varying degrees of awake. Most seemed to be like you; awake and fairly alert but not happy about it. Clint was probably the most asleep and Tony the most awake considering he was practically bouncing off the walls. Looking around you see everyone except for Thor and Natasha. Thor wasn’t there very often because he wasn’t from earth and Natasha usually avoided group activities at all costs to your displeasure since you had a secret (not very secret) crush on the assassin. 

“So why did you wake us up, at an ungodly hour may I add, and bring us down here?” You ask Tony, curious.

“That information is above your clearance level.” He replies somewhat sarcastically. 

“Does anybody else know what is going on?” you ask. “Or did Tony wake me up for no reason, in which case I’m going back to bed.” They all shift guiltily on their feet except for Clint who seems to be still too tired to pay attention leading you to believe they are all up to something you wouldn’t like. Nobody answers your question so you glare around the room, your eyes landing on Steve. He almost squirms under your gaze and eventually seems to give in.

“I’m sorry Y/N, this wasn’t my idea and thinking back on it we probably shouldn’t-”

“We are giving you a makeover and finding you a date.” Tony cuts Steve off.

“Seriously??!??!??” You half shout. “What makes you think I want to go on some random date you guys set up? If I want to go on a date I can find one myself.”

“Y/N…” Wanda says softly, reminding you to stay calm.

“Don’t Y/n me,” you say, still angrily yet quieter, “I can find my own dates, thank you very much.” Tony gives a small snort of laughter in response to this.

“Sure you can kid. I mean it’s not like you haven’t been on a date in over two years. Or that you’re harboring a crush for our resident scary assassin that prevents you from dating others.” You glare at him but stay silent because all of what he said is true. In your head you excuse the not dating off as being busy because you are a hero yet almost everybody on the team is dating someone and it all seems to be working out fine.

“Look Y/n,” Tony says softly which is a rarity for him, “I know you wish something could happen between you and Romanoff but it hasn’t happened yet and likely never will. You need to get over her and back out there. Besides we weren’t planning on choosing your date for you, we were just planning to go clubbing later with you.”

“Ok,” you agree begrudgingly, “I’ll do it, I just don’t see the need to wake me up at 7 in the morning if we aren’t going out until tonight. Also does everybody need to be here right now?” 

“I second that,” Clint says in a voice still rough from sleep, “just because I helped planning a little bit does not mean I had to wake up early to have this conversation. I’m going back to bed.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes at him before turning to you, “No not everyone has to be here right now, Tony just got a little over excited. As for you, as we said we are giving you a makeover which means we have to go to the hair appointment I set up plus I was thinking we could go shopping since we almost never have time to. Besides Natasha gets back from her solo mission sometime later today, so we wanted to talk with you when she wasn’t around.”

“Ok,” you respond with a little bit of excitement, “when do we leave?”

“Right now! We can have brunch while we’re out!” 

“Yes and then we can go get our nails done and gossip!” Tony says in a fake voice. Both you and Wanda turn to look at him exasperated. “Ok fine, maybe not but I am coming and we are gossiping. Also I need to find a good birthday present for Pepper’s birthday next week.”

“Well that’s good you’re coming because unless you want the same reaction as last year, you’re going to need a lot of help.” Wanda replies. You laugh a little as the three of you leave the tower, Wanda and Tony continuing their mock argument about Tony’s gift giving skills. 

Five hours later and you severely regretted going along with their plan. You were already exhausted and still had so much to do before going clubbing. You had already bought an outfit plus a few others which wouldn’t be so bad except Wanda and Tony made you try on what you believed to be the whole store before they seemed satisfied with your look. You had also gotten your nails done and were currently finishing up a lovely brunch which consisted of waffles, maple syrup and some fruits. That would have been enjoyable if not for the fact that Tony and Wanda alternated between nagging you about not chipping a nail and teasing you about your pathetic love life. It was a well known fact in the tower that while they didn’t hate each other, Tony and Wanda didn’t usually get along well but that was probably for the best since together they were ruthless. They seemed to have decided that the time for brunch was over so sighing you followed them out of the restaurant after Tony paid the bill. That’s the one positive at least, all of it was free for you thanks to Tony. 

Another five hours later and you could honestly say you were looking forward to the night more than you thought you would. You were currently looking in the mirror in your room and although usually you tended to be indifferent towards your body, sometimes even insecure, you had to admit that you looked pretty hot. The dress was in the perfect colour to bring out your eyes according to Wanda and although it was the perfect balance between classy and slutty, revealing a bit of skin and showing off your assets while still leaving it to the imagination. You also were carrying a black purse which matched your nails and shoes. Your makeup was perfectly done, naturally showing you beauty but adding a little extra glimmer. The thing you were most proud of however and the most noticeable change you had made was your hair. Before you had hair that when completely straight could reach your waist but now it was barely long enough to tuck behind your ears. When you first got to the hair salon you were planning on just trimming it and straightening in it but when you got in the chair something came over you and you just decided to chop it all off. 

BANG! The door to your room barges open and Wanda comes flying in. 

“Damn girl! You look hot as fuck!” You blush profusely at her words managing to stammer out a thank you. You have never been good at taking compliments because you always get a little shy and awkward. 

Tony pokes his head around the doorframe and gives a whistle. “You are smoking hot Y/n, I mean if I didn’t have Pepper I would be all over you. You ready to go?” Not waiting for an answer he turns and starts towards the elevator. You follow but not before exchanging an eye roll with Wanda about Tony’s words. The elevator ride is short and smooth thanks to Tony’s engineering so you don’t have enough time to succumb to the urge of placing your hands on the bars and pushing while lifting your feet. The elevator beeps, Jarvis informing  you that you’ve reached the ground level and the doors open. You step out ready to get on with your night but the sight of Natasha just back from a mission freezes you in your tracks. 

“Hi,” you say lamely, “I thought you were supposed to get back earlier today?”

“We had some intel that wasn’t fully correct but luckily it didn’t take too long to fix. You look different, where are you heading off to?”

You glance at Tony and Wanda for help because for some reason you feel awkward telling her but they don’t seem to know what you want so you answer anyways. “We’re going clubbing, I’m kinda nervous since I haven’t been in awhile but Wanda helped me get ready-”

“Hey I helped too!”

You ignore Tony’s protest and continue to speak. “-and I think it should be fun. Also there will for sure be hot girls there which is always a plus.”  

“Seems like it should be fun,” she responds in her monotone ‘I don’t care’ voice that you hate, “Good luck with the girls though, because your hair looked better long, I don’t like it like this.” You don’t usually get offended easily but you feel tears spring to your eyes at her comment. The only good part is that she doesn’t notice because she’s already walking away, swaying her hips, either not knowing or caring that she hurt you.

Tony and Wanda rush over to you. “Oh sweetie,” Wanda comforts while wrapping an arm around you, “don’t listen to her, that’s not true at all!”

“Then why would she say it?” You ask, careful to keep your voice from cracking because you hated showing when you were upset.

“I don’t know and honestly I don’t give a fuck.” Tony replies. “Just don’t think about it too much, the whole point of this night is to get over her anyways.” You give him a small smile at that. Tony is good with words which translates into being good at comforting people. You know he’s right so although the comment is still upsetting you do your best to push it out of your mind. Locking arms with both Tony and Wanda you pull them towards the door and into the waiting limo. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Tony ruffled your hair as you stepped in or how Wanda kept running her fingers over her arm in an attempt to be reassuring. You had the best friends. 

The ride over seemed way shorter than it was supposed to be and before you knew it the limo was stopped to let the three of you out. You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress before smiling and stepping out after Tony and Wanda. Nobody seems to have noticed the three of you yet which was a good thing. Being Avengers Tony and Wanda were pretty much celebrities and often got swarmed by groups of fans. Technically you were an avenger as well but like Natasha and Clint it was only because you were a Shield so while you did get recognized it wasn’t as often and only tended to happen if you were with other avengers. You make your way inside, splitting from Tony and Wanda at the door. The plan was for them to go to the bar and look over you from there while you went straight to the dance floor because you preferred to be anonymous tonight and they would ruin that and also you didn’t feel like getting drunk. That was the plan at least but you suspected that they would get too drunk to continue watching over you because it had been stressful lately with a lot of paperwork and they needed to unwind. Wanda had practically confirmed that fact when she gave you permission to leave without them. 

You step over to the dance floor glancing around to see if there looked to be any single women already there. The reason you had chosen this club was because although it wasn’t lgbtq+ exclusive, it was open to everybody and therefore frequented by many members of the community. 

Just as you were glancing around you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Wanna dance?” You spin around to find the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, apart from Natasha. It bothers you that you’re using Natasha as your standard and comparing other girls to her but you brush that off. 

“I would love to!” At your response she takes your hand, pulling you into the crowd and starts to dance. You dance as well and slowly you lose track of time as you loosen up and your dancing with the girl becomes less and less innocent. You can feel yourself caring less about what Natasha thought although as great as this girl seemed to be you knew you weren’t ready for a relationship so you hoped she wasn’t looking for one. After what could be a couple of hours because you’ve completely lost track of time, you and the girl whose name you still don’t know head over to a corner of the room and take a seat on two of the stools that were provided. 

“Hi, I feel like I should know your name by now, I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself. 

“Wait I thought you looked familiar!” She exclaims. “You’re the Y/n that’s a part of the avengers right?” 

You awkwardly give a nod and gesture towards the bar where you can see Tony and Wanda who have obviously had at least a few drinks each. “Tony and Wanda came with me. They are just over there but I didn’t particularly want the spotlight tonight so I split from them at the door.” 

“I understand, I must admit I have no desire to be famous. I’m Jamie by the way” She says with a cute little giggle before her mood seems to be more solemn. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to a literal avenger and if my friends find out they are going to kill me but I’m sorry if you’re looking for a relationship but I just got out of a serious relationship and am not ready for another one quite yet.” 

You let out a relieved sigh. “I’m not looking for a relationship either, because I’m trying to get over my feelings for a friend.” 

��Phew!” She replies. “But tell me more about this ‘friend’ of yours.” You take a minute to think before deciding that Jamie could be trusted. You begin to spill all about your feelings for Natasha and how she didn’t seem interested and what she said to you on your way here. Jamie listens sympathetically the entire time before telling you all about how she thought her ex was the one but it turns out she was emotionally abusive. Even though you just met you talk like old friends, offering advice on serious topics but also chatting about random things. You have 3 more drinks each and after every drink your barriers crumble more and more. Eventually you exchange numbers so you can meet up again although you both agreed it would be a platonic meetup. Just as you were giggling about a joke you couldn’t even remember, you saw Jamie tense up and a second later you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head in anger expecting it to be some creepy guy trying to hit on you but it turns to confusion when you see Natasha. 

“Can we talk?” She asks, giving Jamie a dirty look. “At the tower. Without her.” 

“Why?” You ask. “I’m having fun here Nat.” You specifically say her name as you speak so Jamie knows who you’re talking to. 

“Just come home.” She says not answering your question, instead tugging at your wrist lightly. You sigh not knowing what to do so you glance at Jamie for help. 

She shrugs and then says, “I have a ride home planned if you want to leave, but I wouldn’t mind staying longer if that’s what you want.”

You make a quick decision in your head before responding, “Ok, we’ll go back to the tower but there better be a good reason.” You then turn to Jamie, “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, and then we can figure out when to hang out.”

“Of course,” she agrees leaning forwards to hug you while whispering in your ear, “good luck but remember not to let her treat you badly just because you’re in love with her.” You pull back from the hug and smile at her as Natasha’s hand moves down to your own as she starts walking, pulling you along with her. You can barely think straight, you have no idea what is going on with Natasha or why she’s acting so weirdly. You glance over to Tony and Wanda to see if they’ve noticed what’s going on but just as you suspected they were drunk out of their minds. If they were normal friends you would have worried about them but you knew Tony’s drivers would get them home safe because although Tony was more responsible with Pepper around this was not the first time they’ve had to haul his drunk ass back to the tower. 

Natasha continues to pull you out the door and over to her parked motorcycle where she hands you a helmet and one of her leather jackets. Still not speaking she hops on and motions for you to get on behind her. You swing your leg over the side somewhat awkwardly and scoot forwards so you can grab onto her waist. Once she’s sure you’re secured properly she hits the gas, the motorcycle roaring as it starts. You’ve never been on her motorcycle before so at first you are a bit nervous but after a couple of minutes you start to feel more comfortable. At this point your only nerves come from holding Natasha and wondering what she wants to talk to you about and not the motorcycle ride. Compared to the ride over to the club, this ride feels like it’s taking forever as you start to go over all the important reasons Nat would want to talk to you. You still didn’t know how to feel about everything because she insulted you earlier and now is making you feel important. To protect your feelings you tell yourself that there is probably a mission or a meeting that came up last minute and this isn’t just Natasha wanting to talk. It’s improbable because if that was the case she would have outright said so but you can’t think of any more plausible reasons off the top of your head. Luckily before you can analyze her strange behavior anymore you reach the tower and after parking underground you follow Natasha upstairs into the main living area which is obviously deserted as it is now between 3 and 4 am. 

“So why did you want to talk?” You ask, breaking the silence as you take a seat on the couch. 

“Why did you go to a club?” She asks, also sitting down on the other end of the couch, avoiding your question. 

A surge of anger floods through you and while you don’t shout, you raise your voice a little. “Answer the fucking question Nat. Or did you bring me all the way back just to ask that?” 

She looks somewhat surprised that you raised your voice but she keeps hers even. “I just wanted to know. It looked like you were having fun with whoever that girl is.” 

“Yeah I was.” You respond, still confused. “But how do you know that?” 

Natasha avoids eye contact looking everywhere but you. “I was watching you.” 

“YOU WERE WHAT?” You shout before lowering your voice to avoid waking up the whole tower. “Why the fuck were you spying on me?”  

“I- I wasn’t.” She replies seemingly caught off guard by your tone of voice. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.” 

“Tony and Wanda were with me.” You respond confused. There’s something she’s not telling you that’s making her act weird. She knew you could handle yourself so she obviously was not telling the truth, or at least omitting details. She hasn’t responded to your last statement, instead choosing to look at you in the weird way she does that makes you feel like you’re being interrogated. You decide that if she isn’t going to talk, you won’t either so you pull your phone out of your jacket to check it. You see a text from Jamie saying she got home ok with a little smiley face at the end that causes you to smile. You type back a quick reply, just saying you’re glad she’s safe and that you were with Natasha right now and were probably going to bed soon so you’d text her tomorrow. She wished you luck and goodnight with another little smiley face that made you smile again. Putting your phone away you look back up at Natasha only to find out she’s glaring at you. 

Unsure of what could have changed her attitude towards you, you ask, “What?”

“Who were you talking to?” She asks ignoring your question for the second time tonight. 

You sigh, “I don’t see how it’s any of your business but if you really must know I was just saying goodnight to the girl from the club, Jamie.”

“So that’s her name.” She says wrinkling her nose. Now you’re really confused as to what Natasha is thinking. You couldn’t tell on normal days but usually she acted rationally and never was like this. 

“Why do you say it like that?” You ask. 

“I don’t like her.”

“Why don’t you like her?” 

“I just don’t.” She answers, offering no explanation. Although you do want to find out why Natasha doesn’t like her you’re too tired to spend the time asking questions so you stand up to go to bed. 

“Where are you going?” She demands. 

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time of the night. “I’m going to bed. You wanted to talk to me but won’t actually talk, and when I ask you questions, instead of responding you insult my new friend.”

“Friend?” She questions.

“Jamie.” You say confused because you thought the answer was obvious. 

“Oh.” She responds, “I’m sorry, please stay.” You think about it for a second, deciding to stay so you go to sit down again, but before you do Natasha scoots over to your end of the couch pulling you down into her side. Your entire body freezes up because you’re so unsure of what to do. Natasha never initiated physical contact of any kind but now she was practically hugging you. Seeming to realize how uncomfortable you were, she quickly moves away.

“Sorry,” she mutters, “That was stupid.”

“No, no, it’s fine, you can come back.” You respond quickly. As much as you were uncomfortable, it felt really nice to have her by your side. She somewhat shyly shifts back over to you but this time instead of wrapping her arm around your shoulders she nuzzles into your side, maneuvering your arms so they wrap around her. You have no idea what’s going on right now but you can’t help but smile as you look down at her. She looks cute and relaxed, with her hair covering parts of her face. Thinking about her hair reminds you of her opinion of your new haircut. You bite your lip nervously as you debate asking her about that or not. You definitely don’t want to ruin the cuddly mood that she’s in now but the comment still bothers you, not to mention you never actually found out why she took you home from the club.

“Um Natasha?” You ask in a timid voice. “Is my haircut really that bad?” 

“Of course not, I think it suits you.” She responds smoothly. “I lied to you earlier.”

You smile at that. “Thank you but why?”

She takes a deep shaky breath before speaking. “Promise this won’t change anything between us first, that we will stay friends.” 

“Ok,” You respond, earnest but confused, “I promise.”

“I didn’t like the idea of you going clubbing and coming home with some one night stand or even worse a girlfriend because I have feelings for you. So I was childish and took out my frustrations on you by pretending I didn’t like you. I’m sorry.” She’s looking up at you now, the most nervous you’ve ever seen her. Your mind is exploding with this new information and your heart feels so happy you can’t even believe what is going on. 

“Is that why you were watching me with Jamie at the club and then told me you had to talk to me?”

“Yeah”

After a few more seconds of shocked silence that feels like hours to Natasha you finally speak. “I know I promised that this wouldn’t change anything between us but I don’t think it can be the same.” She starts to pull away from your side but before she can you lean over and press your lips against hers. At first you are hesitant but once she starts kissing back you gain confidence, the kiss getting more heated. After a minute or two you both pull away to catch your breath, smiling at each other. 

Natasha lightly swats you on the arm. “You’re evil.” You giggle a little in response. “I was so worried for a second there, I thought you would be weirded out by that.” She continues also giggling slightly. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that I had feelings for you,” you confess to her, “it was actually Tony and Wanda’s idea for me to go out because we all thought you didn’t like me so they thought it was a good idea to get over you.”

“Well that plan failed,” she says smirking, “I guess you can’t get over me.” 

You look at her and yawn. “No I guess I can’t.” 

At your yawn she glances at the clock. “We better get you to bed, it’s almost the time Steve wakes up for training.” You would like to spend more time with Natasha but you’re too tired to argue so you just nod and follow her as she pulls you up and leads you to your room, holding your hand the whole way. Inside your room she sits on your bed while you change, politely looking away. Once you’re in pyjamas you hold a pair out to her and she looks at you confused. 

“Do you want to stay the night?” You ask her. She eagerly nods, accepting the pyjamas as you open your covers and crawl into bed. As soon as she’s done she turns off the lights and hops in behind you, spooning you. You sigh as you feel her plant a kiss on the back of your head. You can barely keep your eyes open and although you still haven’t talked about exactly what your new relationship with Natasha was yet, you were excited for what was to come. Your last thought before you drifted off to sleep was complete bliss as Natasha kept planting soft kisses on the back of your neck, head and shoulders. 

The next morning you hear a loud pounding at your door. You groan and slowly gain consciousness, smiling as you remember last night and the redhead still cuddling you. Just like yesterday Tony doesn’t bother to wait for you to answer and instead barges straight in. His eyes widen when he sees the two of you spooning and he starts to splutter. You laugh at him with Natasha until he shouts for the other avengers to come. Multiple pairs of footsteps make your way to your bedroom and you see the shocked faces of a few of the other avengers, including Wanda, Steve and Clint. 

“What,” Natasha says speaking up, “can’t a girl cuddle with her girlfriend in peace?” Steve immediately apologizes, ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door. 

You raise your eyebrow. “Girlfriends?”

“I assumed so, if you want.” She responds. 

“I like the sound of that...girlfriend.” You both smile at each other. You definitely did not complete your goal of getting over Natasha and instead fell further in love but you were totally ok with that.

[dreamingmanip]

“MADNESS LOVE” PART 2

*GIF NOT MINE*

You can find part 1 here.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 2,026

A/N: Hi guys! Like I said before, this is part 2 of 3 for this imagine. I loved this fic so much I could’t stop writing. I hope you liked it, like always if you like this, please like it and reblog it. This would be pin on my page so you can find it without problems.

The tears kept rolling down your face all the way home, you didn't bother to wipe them away when you met your neighbor in the lobby, asking you if you were okay. You weren't, you were holding yourself to not break down in the middle of the hallway, making a scene. 

Your keys jingled while you opened the front door, your hands trembling; you shut the door behind you. There was some light coming from outside the window but mostly it was dark,and that's how you felt, as if somebody took the light inside you leaving you blind. You leaned you back on the door, your body sliding down to the cold floor, sitting there looking at nothing. A cell phone started ringing in the distance but you didn't want to move. Your eyes fluttered trying to focus in the dark, searching in your jacket for it, the screen on the phone  glowed  and illuminated your face, Jay's name showed up, and the killing pain came back to your chest just looking at his name, so you decided to turn it off. 

God knows how long you were there until you decided to stand up and go to your room to take a shower, put on some pajamas and grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the back of your fridge taking it to your room. Jay's words echoing in your head, over and over again.

Did he commit to his job, to his Unit, that he was fine letting you go? His words were etched in your mind. Of course you understood the full situation, he was right; you were the new still, not a detective, but that wasn't what was hurting you, it was realizing how he believed you both could never say anything because your jobs were more important. 

Somehow you fell asleep before finishing the bottle of wine. The clock on your nightstand began to chime, it seemed that you had barely fallen asleep. Your room was still dark thanks to the curtains but some rays of sun could creep in. You stretched out your hand to turn off the alarm, and at the same time, your cell phone began to ring, you probably turned it on again in the middle of the night, you were a cop and sometimes you did stuff automatically; you raised it a little to be able to answer.

"Hello?"

“Hey Y/N, please don’t tell me you were still in bed.”

Your voice was a little croaky when you spoke.

“Uhm, no I wasn’t. My throat feels weird this morning, so… yeah.”

Kim’s voice was joyful even on the phone, you turned to see the clock, in a bright green color it said “8:15 AM”. You sat up immediately, moving the soft sheets wrapped on your body away while Kim was still talking.

“...So I called Kevin and we decided to bring you some donuts and your favorite coffee before the event. We’re 10 minutes away.”

“Fuck”.

You murmured getting in the bathroom. Kim looked at Kevin a little concerned.

“Sorry Kim, I spilled some water on the table but, uhm, yeah. See you in 10”.

Ending the call, you got in the shower, didn’t even wait for the warm water so you screamed a little feeling the coldness on your skin. The fastest shower you ever took in your life, leaving you with only five minutes to get dressed up and do your hair. 

You were in the final touches of your makeup when a few small knocks on the front door warned you of the arrival of Burgess and Atwater. Taking one last look at the mirror to put a smile on your face before one of them would notice something, you felt anxious and devastated and trying to hide it from officers and detectives required a lot of self control.

Both of your friends smiled when you opened the door, Kim was holding a little box with cartoon drawings of donuts on the top while Kevin was offering you a cup of your favorite coffee. All of you wearing uniforms.

“Thanks guys, I barely ate something this morning”.

You took the coffee from Kevin’s hand, taking a little sip before walking out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. The three of you were talking about random stuff all the way to the car and to the downtown, well, Kim was the one talking with Kevin, you were mentally preparing yourself to see Jay, it wasn’t working at all.

“So Y/N, Jay called me last night, which was a little weird if I have to admit, he asked me about you”.

Kim was looking at you through the view rear mirror, you blinked a couple of times without saying anything. Why did Jay call Kim to ask her for you? You had no idea and that's exactly what you said.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was at home last night. He’s weird sometimes you know that.”

“I know, right? He asked me if you were with me last night but we were at Molly’s. Adam, Hailey, Kevin and I, we miss you by the way.”

Kevin looked at you, knowing something went wrong between you and Jay.

“We invited Halstead to celebrate but he said he was busy filling some forms for Trudy after shift.”.

“Well, I don’t know him so well. I think he prefers to be alone. Look, the press is here too”.

You passed some news cars, reporters were setting their cameras to get a better view. Jay hated this, he wasn’t comfortable seeing his face on the paper just for doing his job and also Voight taught them that when his unit was formed, and everyone did almost the same.

You got out of the car after Kevin parked near the place. Hailey was the first who noticed you, she raised her hand and started to wave it. You smiled, Kim was doing the same and started walking towards her, Kevin patted your shoulder making you go slowly.

“What happened last night? Jay called me too, he said he was worried about you”.

“Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore. We’re done”. 

“Wait, what?”

Kevin stopped for a moment, that news caught him by surprise.

“Y/N, are you sure of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll support any decision you make, all the way, but I know your feelings. Working together could get harder.”

You nodded your head, you knew it. It was going to get hard in every possible way, seeing him every morning not able to steal a kiss from each other at the coffee room or staying up watching a movie with your head on his chest; suddenly a bunch of memories came back to your mind, you shook your head slowly, you gave him a side smile.

“Kev, I got this. I’m gonna be fine. C’mon”.

You bumped his arm with yours while you reached out to Hailey and Kim, for a moment Hailey looked at you and nodded, Jay talked to her too. You nodded back to her.

A few moments later, Voight and Trudy joined you. In the place there were a small, but considerable, number of people but no matter how much you searched with your eyes, you could not find Jay. The coordinators asked you to take your seats, for obvious reasons the Intelligence Unit was in the front row, it wasn't until that moment that you could see Jay in his uniform, you had always liked the way he looked in it. However, he didn't seem very happy, he seemed calm but you noticed the pressure on his jaw, his straight shoulders and his gaze in front of him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was sitting next to some superiors in the platform in front of you. The Superintendent stepped up to the microphone to start his speech, some photographers started to point their cameras to the people and then to the "big hero". 

The ceremony wasn't too long, you all met in the back while reporters were asking now questions to some people. Voight was smiling, which was rare, while Jay was walking towards the group. 

Adam was the first to talk, and like always, started to make some jokes. 

"There he is, the super cop Jay Halstead. The man of the year!"

He padded Jay's shoulder, he had a shy smile on his lips. Uncomfortable by all the attention he was receiving. 

"Thanks Ruzek, I think the cartel in Mexico didn't hear you". 

Everybody laughed, including you. Jay looked at you for a moment, actually felt more like 2 seconds. 

"Alright, let's go back to the district and back to work. We can celebrate later at Molly's". 

Voight spoke and all dismissed to the cars, you went with Kevin again, this time Kim decided to ride with Ruzek, the awkward sensation was still there so she didn't want it to push it further and make you uncomfortable. Once inside the car, you kept quiet all the way, Kevin knew you were lying but he also knew how you dealt with a broken heart. 

You went to the locker room and just arrived at the district, it was too damn warm to keep it all day, also it was used just for events like this. When you got to the door you spotted Hailey, she was putting her badge on her belt. You kept your head down, trying to avoid her, you greet her with a quiet voice. 

"Uhm Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?" 

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, her  cautious blue eyes looking back at you. 

"Look, when Jay told me he was dating you, I told him it was stupid. Not worth it if your careers could be over just for a romance that could last just a few months". 

You knew Hailey, she was a bad ass woman and probably didn't say it to her so often but you admire her. She was serious, she didn't like to play games when it comes to her friends. 

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but that was before seeing how good you are together as partners and as a couple. I was scared for both of you because I love you and I care about you. I'm not on Jay's side or your side, left me out that but Y/N, it's not easy to Jay open his heart like he did with you. He doesn't want to lose you and I guess the only way he can control that feeling it's not letting anybody know about it. Forgive me if I was a little obtrusive". 

You didn't notice there were a few tears on your cheek, cleared your throat to be available to speak but you failed at finding the right words, it took you a few seconds to speak. 

"It's okay Hailey, but what about me? What about my feelings? I know Jay is right, we could lose our jobs but, why make me feel like his dirty secret?"

Hailey took a few steps closer, her blue eyes now looking sad.

"Of course your feelings are valid. Don't get me wrong, I have been in that position before and it's not easy. All I'm saying is, you shouldn't leave things unspoken, this stuff gets heavy later."

She hugged you tight, rubbing your back. You held her too, she knew what she was talking about, you never asked before 'cause she was very private but you believed her at anything she said. 

After changing your clothes, you came back to the bullpen, nobody was talking, you sat at your chair and looked around; it seemed like everybody was tense for no reason. Voight was in his office and the unit was on some paperwork. You felt someone looking at you, directly. There was no need to look up, you knew Jay was looking at you from time to time. You haven’t talked to each other yet, you needed to, but that wasn’t the right place.

Tagged some beautiful people ✨:

@itsdesiree86 @mrspeacem1nusone  @anotherfan07 @thestarrynightslover

[neon-junkie]

Dead, but wanted Alive

Summary: You've been under Marshal Davies' wing for a few months now, training to become a Marshal yourself; but after a job gone wrong, your boss decides to punish you in a way that isn't according to the laws procedures.

Pairing: Marshal Tom Davies x gn!Reader

Word Count: 3703

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Boss/employee, Sheriff Reader, Gender-neutral reader, Smut, Punishments, Spanking, Office/desk sex, First time.          

Notes: no fucking content for Marshal Davies?? are you KIDDING me?? LOOK AT HIM. here's my contribution x

Oh, this was definitely your fault, there's no doubt about it. One silly mistake from you, pent up from the pressure of this mission, a literal slip up and a misfire of your gun, and the bounty that was needed alive was killed. It's hard to believe you're a Sheriff, and somehow still standing. Normally, life is fine. Normally, you can go about your day and bring in outlaws from all over, posse up with your crew of Deputies and Trainees. But this was different.

Marshal Davies had approached you a few months ago with the promise of climbing up the ranks. He had picked you personally, so impressed with all your work over the last few years, cleaning up your area and even beginning to move onto the surrounding states. "Well, I never doubted you," he would say whenever you submitted a report to say yet another gang or pesky outlaw had been brought to the hand of justice, but sadly, those words didn't fall from his mouth today.

Instead, all you were met with was a scowl from his remaining eye, and a frown, partially covered by the thick light hair of his moustache. He didn't say anything, which made you shake in your custom leather boots, because as you know, when Marshal Davies is furious, he shuts his mouth and lets his thoughts manifest, usually jumping straight to finding the solution on how to fix his problem.

And this time, you're the problem.

The ride back was silent, ungodly silent, and even your horse began whining from the tension in the air. Usually, whenever the Marshal is around, the two of you natter away for hours. He's a chatty man and once you get him onto a topic he enjoys talking about, he doesn't shut up, even during a fight.

There's even been the odd occasion where the Marshal had given you that look, with a glisten in his eye and a smile that he's clearly trying to hide, almost like a shy schoolgirl, after you've made a particularly flirty comment that's managed to make him blush. Who would have known that a man with such power would blush like a shy lamb whenever you make a bold comment towards him.

Apart from that one time... You'd helped him clear out a gang up near Butchers Creek, a sickening sight and an even more sickening fight, but both of you managed (along with some help from the Deputies, but they don't matter right now.) Your horse bolted in the gunfire, later showing up back in Van Horn, and you hitched a ride with the Marshal. He was quick to dismount when you both arrived back, only to offer his hand as he helped you down from his Mustang.

There was a soft smile on his face, followed by a comment that still gives you the chills to this day; "It's always a pleasure working beside you, Sheriff, and even more so riding with you."

Beautiful.

But no flirtatious comments were exchanged today, nor regular ones, and now you're back at his office, dumping the outlaws body round the back to be buried later after paperwork is processed. At least the Marshal is holding open the door for you, beckoning you into his office and closing it shut once he's entered.

He locks the door, followed by shutting the blinds and lighting the few lanterns around his office. It's not too dimly light, just the right brightness that you don't need to squint, but you decide that this is just the right setting for him to finally bash your skull in after today's mistake, only that's far from his plan.

"Please, take a seat. I need to fill in this paperwork, then we'll... discuss today," Marshal Davies tells you, pointing to the chair on the other side of his desk as he takes his own.

He lets out a sigh as he finds the documents and gets to work, whilst you attempt to relax in the wooden chair, poorly padded and turning your bum numb as every second passes. The Marshal doesn't look at you once, he hasn't since he scowled at you after you accidentally killed the bounty, and you're uncertain if his lack of glances are a good thing or not.

 You should probably stop watching the clock. Both of your arms are on the chairs armrests, with one raised, so your head can rest in your hand, your eyes feeling heavy from boredom as you watch every second pass. Literally.

The cough Marshal Davies lets out physically makes you jump, and you turn to see him sat there, his arms resting on his desk, and his eye finally on you. He's still frowning. However, there's no funny feeling in your gut, nothing that tells you the Marshal is going to start screaming at you, nor kill you off, and his tone is calm as always as he finally speaks.

"Let's talk about today, shall we?" he asks.

"Alright," you sheepishly reply, turning your full attention to him, but the sound of the ticking click echoes in the back of your mind.

"What happened?" he questions. A simple statement, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't scare you.

"I slipped," you reply, and instantly begin explaining. "The slop we were on... Well, it was muddy. You were there, I saw you sliding about in it also, and I slipped at just the right... I mean, wrong timing and..."

"Managed to pull the trigger, just at the right angle, landing a bullet in our bounties brain," he finishes your sentence off for you.

"Yeah," you say with a nod.

"That isn't what I've written in the report," Marshal Davies replies, and you raise an eyebrow at his statement.

Marshal Davies sighs, his eye glancing down at his hands before looking back up at you. "Due to the angle that the bullet hit his brain, I've written that he took his own life, rather than allowing us to capture him."

"You have?" you question, his words sounding too good to be true.

"I have," the Marshal replies with a nod.

You let out a sigh of relief, melting into your chair as you finally relax, knowing that you're not going to get it in the neck from the higher up's, nor risk your chance at also becoming a state Marshal.

"But that doesn't mean you're off the hook, at least, not with me."

Your eyes go wide at his comment, and your stomach begins to turn at what he has in store for you. "You're going to put me on traffic warden duties, aren't you?" you ask, knowing there's nothing worse than directing horses through a busy town. It's a newbie job that everybody hates, and you haven't seen it in years, thankfully.

Surprisingly, he laughs at your comment whilst softly shaking his head. "I'm not that cruel," he replies, "at least, not when it comes to formal records."

You feel the colour drain from your face at his comment. So, this is going to be cruel, but not recorded? is he going to go against his job? this wouldn't be the first time, far from the first, but you never thought he'd turn a blind eye when it comes to punishments, nor you.

"I'll save you the embarrassment of not reporting your mistake to the higher ups, but that doesn't mean you're saved from the embarrassment that I have planned," your boss explains, and your mind begins to flow with all the embarrassingly cruel punishments he may have planned.

Marshal Davies is the type to order you to do a stupid song and dance, but that's not cruel enough to be a punishment, although it is embarrassing... there's also the thought of things going, well, a way you'd like them to go, and you know the Marshal would definitely enjoy you watching him literally lick the dirt off his shoes whilst apologizing for your mistakes; now that definitely is embarrassing and cruel.

But instead, he's beckoning you over as he shuffles his chair back a few paces, moving his butt forward to the edge of it, his feet firm on the floor. "Wait, take your hat and coat off first," he orders, and points to the clothing peg by his door, as if you've forgotten where it is, "and make sure the door is locked whilst you're over there."

A quick turn of the handle concludes that his office door is definitely locked, and now you're stood between his feet, watching as he reaches his gloved hands out to firmly hold onto you. "Be good, and follow my lead," Marshal Davies orders, and the second he begins to bend you forward, you realize exactly where this is going.

 Marshal Davies' lap is thankfully comfortable, and you grip onto the arm of his chair for some support, preventing your body from being uncomfortably hunched, although you're certain your comfort isn't the first thing on his mind right now. Your cheeks begin to flush the second his hand rests on your thigh, his fingers pressed just below the curve of your ass cheek, whilst the other one rests between your shoulder blades; tension is growing thick in the air, almost to the point where you forget how to breathe.

"Now, this isn't exactly how I punish all of my employees, but I've decided it's a suitable punishment for you specifically."

Oh?

The first slap to your rear takes you by surprise, a yelp escaping your lips as you look over your shoulder to confirm that yes, your boss has just spanked you, and yes, he's definitely getting ready to land another hit. The gloved hand on your shoulder blades moves up to lightly push at your head, forcing you to look forward, before returning to your back just as he spanks you again.

The Marshal's slaps are firm but fair, stinging slightly, but not to the point where you're going to start fighting your way off his lap. Another spank is landed, and you begin to feel the constant sting, your cheeks turning redder by the second.

"Do you think this is a suitable punishment?" Marshal Davies questions, with a happy chirp to his voice as he spanks you once more.

"I do," you reply with a nod, your teeth slightly gritted as the sting begins to worsen.

"I'm not so sure about that," he laughs, and you feel his legs shift beneath you. 

 A gap appears below your hips, and you soon realize why as the Marshal reaches round to begin unbuckling your belt; it's an awkward position, but he makes quick work of it. Your pants are lowered to your thighs, followed by your underwear, and you manage to look over your shoulder to see how red your ass has become, almost as red as the vibrant cheeks on your face.

"Quit peeking," Marshal Davies tuts you again, turning your head away once more, following his words up with a slap to the rear.

This time, it burns, and you let out a whimper from the sharp contact. More slaps are landed, one after the other, with barely any time between them for you to at least take a deep breath. Your boss wasn't kidding when he said he wanted this to be an embarrassing punishment; you've always taken a liking to him, hoping you'd end up slowly finding other ways to use his office, but this definitely isn't the situation you've ever had in mind.

"I'm quite enjoying this," Marshal Davies comments with a cheerful tone. Of course, he is... "Do you think you'll be more cautious in the future? Maybe watch where you're treading to prevent another slip up like this from happening?"

"Of course, I will," you reply with a sob.

"Let's hope so," he replies, and lands a slap harsher than the rest. This time, you feel like crying, and fall limp on his lap; Marshal Davies actually seems concerned, and is now gently rubbing over your cheeks, attempting to calm the pain he's inflicted.

He softly caresses you, the fabric of his gloves now feeling so soft against your sensitive skin, and you dread to think how you're going to sit down after this, let alone ride back home. There's silence for a short while, just the Marshal tending to your wounds, kneading each cheek gently, and eventually, he speaks up again.

"If I'll be honest, I've been impressed with your work lately, well, I always am, but more than usual these last few weeks, and I'd be happy to reward you, if you'll let me," your boss tells you, and it's hard to miss the purr to his voice.

You've heard this tone before, through passing flirtatious comments, as you're no stranger to flirting with the Marshal. Only you thought they were just playful comments, little nips at each other, nothing too serious; you assumed Marshal Davies is a man who wouldn't mix his work and social life, well, you did think that, up until now, especially considering he's caressing your naked rear after taking pleasure in spanking you.

You wonder how long he's been waiting for an opportunity like this... maybe this was his plan all along? maybe he was waiting for you to 'slip up' so he had an excuse to come onto you, to make things a little more intense between the two of you.

"And how long have you been waiting to ask that?" you question, and the Marshal chuckles as he replies.

"You want to discuss this now? whilst you're bent over my knee with your rear out?"

"Maybe I do," you reply as you look over your shoulder at him.

Marshal Davies laughs again, caressing your cheeks once more, "yes or no?" he asks with a slight firmness to his voice, his laughter trailing off.

"Yes," you reply with a raised brow.

"Good."

Marshal Davies moves his hand off your rear for a brief second, pulling off his glove with his teeth, then throwing it onto his desk - as if he couldn't remove it with his other hand, that remains pressed between your shoulder blades. He slips two fingers into his mouth, dampening them, before making his way to your entrance, gently massaging the tip of his fingers against you for a while.

The hand between your shoulder blades trails up to firmly grip onto your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine; he's keeping you in place, in his place, strung over his lap and letting out a whimper as he slowly pushes a finger in, cooing at you softly.

"That's it," the Marshal sighs, and gives you some time to relax before he begins to work his finger in and out, prepping you slowly. He definitely knows what he's doing, easing you open so another finger can eventually slip in, scissoring his fingers within time, getting you ready for his length.

"You must be eager, you already feel almost ready," Marshal Davies comments, and your reply is cut off when he brushes against that spot inside you. He pleasantly hums at your sounds, tapping against it once more, enjoying the whimpers you're letting out for him - that you're letting out because of him.

After a few more magic touches from his hands, you're ready, and your boss give you an order that you've always dreamed of hearing. "Up. Lean against my desk, if you'd be so kind."

How could you ever deny him? You're up on your feet, having a stretch as you stand after being hunched over for so long; the pain to your rear is almost gone, mostly because you were so distracted by the Marshal playing with you instead, although you'll happily receive a spanking if it means being sprawled across his lap, and having him have his way with you.

You find yourself leaning over the edge of his desk, slightly bent forward, your hands firmly on the wood after adjusting your pants to around your thighs. There's a light kick at your ankles, and you look down to see Marshal Davies foot between your legs. You know what he's asking for, so you spread your legs apart, spreading them to the same width as the desk. He pushes lightly at the spot between your shoulder blades, lowering you over his desk until your nose can smell the faint, worn oakwood. You prop yourself up on your elbows and attempt to look over your shoulder at him, but his hand meets your cheek, pushing back at you.

"No peeking," he comments.

The only sound in his office is the clanking of metal as Marshal Davies unfastens his pants, along with the clock faintly ticking in the background. You overhear him let out a soft sigh; one hand is placed on your lower back, keeping you steady, whilst he gives his lengths a few pumps.

Of course, you've thought about this before, about your boss fucking you over his desk, but that has been nothing more than a wild fantasy, something to get you hot and bothered about, so you can tire yourself out before bed. But here you are, sighing as his cock is pressed against your hole, slowly gliding up and down over your entrance. Should you really be surprised that he's a tease?

Finally, the Marshal is pushing into you, letting out the most beautiful moan you've ever heard once he's sheathed inside, holding himself there as you relax around his length. He's just the right size, the exact length and girth that you like, fitting snugly inside you. Marshal Davies' hand moves off his cock, giving your ass another caress before he begins making your cheeks sting again.

The Marshal is slow at first, considering your wellbeing over both of yours and his wants, but soon gives in and begins picking up his pace. His crotch begins to slap against your rear, and the pain from earlier partially begins flowing back. Only this time it's different, this time you have your boss thrusting into you, making your eyes fall shut and your head feel dizzy; the pain is out-weighed by pleasure, and you don't even realize you're moaning until your boss comments on it.

"Keep it down, unless you'd like to wake the whole town up," Marshal Davies comments, his hands coming to rest snugly around your waist.

"S-sorry, Sir," you sigh, chewing at your bottom lip in an attempt to silence yourself.

"Sir? You haven't called me that in years," he replies with a light laugh.

He's not wrong, Marshal Davies dismissed the whole 'authority names' once you two began getting along, and insisted you call him Tom instead; but your mind is foggy, and calling him Sir just feels so right, at least in this circumstance.

"Maybe you'll have to start calling me Sir again, but only during our private encounters. I don't doubt that others will catch on if you begin calling it me in public," Marshal Davies laughs again, and soon returns his focus to fucking you.

You've always been the Marshal's prized pony, his obvious favourite, especially considering he vouched for you when it came to your promotion. The other Sheriffs and Deputies across the states still all call him 'Sir' or 'Marshal,' but you have the privilege of calling him by name, only the one time you're not calling him that is when you're bent over his desk with his cock deep inside you. 

 "Touch yourself, that's an order," Marshal Davies says. He allows you to shuffle a pace back, so you can reach between your legs and begin working yourself, feeling your orgasm beginning its approach to peak.

The Marshal lets out a rough grunt as he picks up his pace, your ass still stinging, but oh god, you feel too good to be focusing on that pain right now; you'll worry about it later, later being when you have to ride home after this. The hands on your waist are moved, one gripping the back of your shirt and dragging you upright; Marshal Davies manhandles you, holding you firmly against his chest as he peeks his head forward, speaking directly into your ear in a hushed, deep tone, that makes your body tingle.

"You don't plan on messing things up again, just so you'll receive this punishment, do you?" he questions.

"Course not," you manage to stutter out a reply.

"And you are sorry for putting our jobs on the line, aren't you? like I said, that bounty was wanted alive."

"I am."

"Say it then, say you're sorry, or am I going to have to pull you over my lap again?"

Refusing your apology sounds like a win right now, just like purposely messing up your job does, but maybe he'll reward you in the future instead?

"I-I'm sorry, Sir, for fuckin' up our mission," you whimper your reply, and let out a sudden moan as he slams into you.

"Good," is all Marshal Davies replies, and pushes you back down against his desk, his hands returning to your waist.

The Marshal hits peak soon after, ploughing his cock as deep as you can take him, and spilling his load inside you. The sounds he makes are more than enough to tip you over the edge, and you turn into a babbling mess on his desk as your orgasm hits. Marshal Davies hunches over you for a while, panting softly, and slowly stands upright, slicking his hair back into place before pulling out of you.

He doesn't say anything, he just tucks himself away and takes a seat back down at his desk, pulling his glove back on and ordering you to clean up your mess before you leave. You do so after you've cleaned yourself up, followed by putting your hat and coat on.

Just as you're about to leave, your boss speaks up again. "Good luck with the ride home," Marshal Davies says with a laugh, and you roll your eyes sarcastically at him, saying your goodbyes and heading home for the night.

You need more than luck, your ass instantly burning the second you're sat in the saddle. This is going to be a long ride home...

[sohin-ace]

Joseph - Hug

That fic is a year old, I never wanted to post it. You can see my old writing style, how nostalgic.

Hugs. Everybody loves them. You didn't know what brought you to become such an affectionate little dork, but you just ended up being one.

Whether it was friends or family, or sometimes even mere acquaintances, when you hit if off really well and felt at ease with someone, you became fairly touchy-feely.

Most of the time it didn't bother people around you. If they weren't comfortable with your affection, you would just stop without taking offense. Thankfully you didn't have much trouble with it. You just loved hugs and embraces and you felt like everyone needed some warmth every once in a while.

You had known Ceasar for the longest time and you both hugged each other on a regular basis, mostly for greetings, but also for any occasions, really. There wasn't any reasons needed for it, this man was affectionate as well and was always up for a nice, sweet hold.

You have known each other for years and he practically saw you as a little sister. You really loved and respected the blond with all your heart, and your relationship was strong and pure.

When he introduced you to Joseph Joestar for the first time, he was a bit hesitant, scared even, of how that scoundrel would treat his cute, little innocent Y/N. Ceasar only told you to be especially careful around him for now without really explaining why.

But as time passed, you grew to become very attached to the Joestar too. It was nothing close to the bond you had with Ceasar, for sure, but there still was a little something going on between you two that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Joseph made you feel many types of way, but especially nervous. For some reason you felt particularly shy around him, which was unusual for you, as you were a pretty open and sociable person.

You never had any sort of trouble getting along with people, but Joseph just somehow knew how to make you stutter and choke on your own words. Not that he was unkind or intimidating to you, no, it was much more different than that.

Yes, you were painfully in love with Joseph Joestar. But honestly, who could blame you for crushing on the guy?

He was tall, handsome, charming, insanely funny and despite his dumb demeanor, he actually was quite clever. His voice was music to your ears, and his eyes... You couldn't stop dreaming about his eyes.

The tropical ocean in his eyes made you travel so far nobody could ever bring you out of your daze.

But this deep love for him was actually the reason you couldn't be as affectionate with him as you were with the others, as contradictory as it sounded. The shyness that overcame you every time he was around prevented you from being too handsy with him or even just coming too close. This was uncharacteristic of you, but you couldn't help it.

You'd have no problems kissing Suzie Q all over her face, caressing Lisa Lisa's hair or leaning on Ceasar's shoulders when you were sleepy. But Joseph? You just wouldn't dare touch him.

What if he found it weird, or rejected you, or was disgusted by it, maybe? What if you died on the spot from respiratory failure because of your heart beating way faster than it healthily should be?

You couldn't touch him like that out of nowhere, right? You didn't know the guy enough to be this affectionate yet. Or so you told yourself to reassure your own worries.

But one day, Joseph felt particularly jealous. Everyone including him had noticed how differently you seemed to treat him compared to everyone else. He didn't understand why you acted so physically distant around him when you two actually got along so well.

Even when he was the one to try and initiate anything physical with you, even something as small as wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you wouldn't reciprocate at all.

This drove him to the edge. Did you not like him at all? He even thought that maybe Ceasar had 'brainwashed' you and put some ideas in your head that made you fear him.

He could only imagine his italian friend telling you things like "Be careful Y/N, men are wolves." and, "Don't stay alone with Jojo, you can never know what happens." as well as, "If he tries to do anything to you, call me. blah blah blah."

That thought alone drove the Joestar nuts. Like he was one to talk about defending women from pervs.

However, everything changed one specific afternoon. Ceasar and Joseph had just finished a hard day of Hamon training, and you came at the door to welcome them home.

"Welcome back, boys! How was training today?" you greeted, beaming a sweet smile.

"Ah it was good, Jojo still needs to focus, he's way behind." Ceasar said a bit tiredly as he rubbed his shoulder and went to sit down on the couch.

"Hey! Watch it floosie, don't start." Joseph retorted offended and you giggled a bit at the two bickering, as they usually did.

"Jojo, go sit down with Ceasar, you must be tired. I'll make you some tea." You warmly proposed to your friend and he nodded, sitting on one of the couches opposite the blonde.

As you turned around and were about to leave, Ceasar silently gestured you to approach him, to which you obliged, wondering what he wanted.

You came in front of him, and he suddenly grabbed your hand to pull you close. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head on your chest, sighing delighfully as he did.

You were used to it and knew when he did this, it meant he was truly exhausted. You just let him rest like this and brought your hands to caress his blonde locks softly, craddling his head.

Jojo clenched his teeth and clicked his tongue as he was beyond frustrated with the scene before him. He could throw up at what he was currently witnessing.

He knew you two were close but who does this guy think he is? He was constantly out there calling you 'little sister' or 'sorellina' every single day of the week and yet he still acted like a pervert with you? Yikes.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude? You just have to put your hands on every woman you see! Fucking gross!" Joseph snarled at the italian man.

Ceasar slowly moved his head to the side to glare at Joseph, visibly annoyed. "What's your problem, Jojo? Can't I embrace my little tesorina in peace?"

"Why you gotta be all over her like that, just let her go, man! Can you imagine if I did the same?" Joseph argued, clearly grossed out and jealous at how clingy the blonde acted towards you.

Ceasar jolted at the mere thought. He released his grip on you and put his full, angry attention to Joseph.

"Don't you dare even think about it, Joestar!" the blonde growled.

"Huuuuuh?" Joseph raised a teasing eyebrow, "What's that? You don't like the idea of another guy touching her?"

"You'll make her uncomfortable!" Ceasar defended back.

"Oh yeah? Well it's not up to you to decide that." Joseph smirked and got up abruptly. "Y/N!" He called out.

"Y-yes?" You stuttered, overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. What even was happening?

He suddenly opened his arms wide, suggesting one thing only. Ceasar was fuming and got up as well, preventing you from approaching Joseph.

"Y/N don't, he's just being immature as always."

"Shut up playboy, she's not your girl, if she wants to hug me she will, whether you like it or not!"

You started to get tired of all the bickering. All of this for just a hug? The only reason you weren't physical with Joseph was because you were too shy and love-struck with him to do so, why did it have to end up in a stupid fight?

"I mean... If Jojo really wants to... I don't see why not..." You said as you try to swallow your own cowardness.

"Y/N..." Ceasar trailed off, concerned.

This man needed to calm down, you thought to yourself. You patted his arm and smiled reassuringly at the blonde.

"Ceasar, it's fine! It's just Jojo, it's not like he's a creepy stranger or something." you sheepishly said and he clicked his tongue in response, clearly not convinced. "Here, look, it's nothing at all!"

You slowly walked towards Joseph who started giggling excitedly like a little boy. Finally, he waited for this moment for so long.

Gently, you brought yourself into his broad chest, face getting warmer and warmer by the second, as you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head onto him.

He instantly reciprocated by caging you in his strong arms, sighing in delight. You were so small compared to him it was beyond adorable and he swore he could actually squeal right now.

Before he could fully immerse himself into your warmth he felt you flinch a little then instantly move your hands upwards on his upper back. If you weren't already flustered and blushing like crazy, now it was even worse.

As you went to hug him, you underestimated your height difference and put your hands all over his bare waist. Poor you, you had completely forgotten the man wore crop tops on the daily and how dare you touch someone's skin so indecently?

Startled by the feeling of his warm skin, you immediately brought your hands up to a more appropriate and most importantly, clothed part of his back, hoping he didn't mind or notice your little mishap.

It was really a small detail, but you cared a lot. You buried your face more into his chest, embarrassed by your own actions, your heart was pounding so hard it would put Afro beat to shame.

How wrong, you thought to yourself, you hated to touch people's skin. Them wearing revealing clothes didn't make it okay to be this intimate, that is what you swore by.

Both him and Ceasar seemed to notice it. You weren't subtle at all. Ceasar knew how much of a respectful person you were, even if you were pretty touchy, you would never invade someone's personal space or privacy.

You would always make sure they were okay with whatever ministrations you'd give them and of course, you wouldn't dare be inappropriate, especially towards the opposite sex.

Ceasar always appreciated this thoughtful and attentive side of you and thought your pure innocence had to be protected at all cost. But of course, one idiot still decided to tease you about it.

"Hmm? What's wrong Y/N-chan? You just did something very naughty right there~" he said with a smug grin and you perked up, gasping.

"I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry Jojo!" you moved away from him just a little bit to look at his face, concern evident on your features.

He smirked widely at your flustered state. He loved to see your cute reactions and how embarrassed you would become for such trivial reasons as insignificant as accidently touching his bare skin. It was extremely funny to him.

He squeezed your body even closer against his, feeling all your curves pressed against him and bathing in your sweet scent as he leaned down slightly.

He could feel your heart beat quicken, your blushing face was a sight to behold, and he was having the time of his life.

If he knew hugging you alone was this much fun he wouldn't have waited for Ceasar's permission at all, not that the Italian was even okay with it in the first place.

Something told him to stop there before he could break you, but glancing up at Ceasar's fuming expression just made him want to push the teasing further.

"Hmmm~" He purred close to your reddening ear, "Your boobs feel nice, Y/N-chan~"

Okay. That was it for Ceasar. One American will die tonight.

In the corner of your eyes you saw a flash of orange electric energy come at full speed towards you and Joseph. You quickly released him and ducked to the right, only for Joseph to take the hit of Ceasar's Hamon-filled punch right in the face, sending him flying.

"CEASAR!!!" You cried in shock.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH MY BABY ANGEL EVER AGAIN YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!!!"

Joseph held his bloody nose and laughed obnoxiously at the angry blonde, pointing at him accusingly.

"Hehehe, now I understand why you only keep her to yourself, Ceasar, you horn dog! 'Little sister', my ass!"

Ceasar snapped and dashed towards him as Joseph got up and sprinted down the hallway, with no regrets whatsoever.

On the other hand, you stayed back, still overwhelmed by what just transpired. Even if it wasn't how you imagined it, it felt nice to hold the man of your dreams close to you.

You rubbed your arms, trying to savor the fading feeling of his own strong ones wrapped around you protectively. Your heart jumped in your chest and you grinned to yourself like a schoolgirl.

You were eager to do it again, but maybe this time, out of Ceasar's brotherly sight.

[jehovahhthickness]

Hi Billie! I have to say I’ve been reading your blog on and off for a few years and I have to say I’m surprised to see you have anon on! Not in a condescending way or anything I just know a while back you had it off to avoid weirdos and I’m glad you opened it back up, hope no weirdos are still bothering you. And I did want to ask your advice/take on this

I’m turning 24 in 2 months. I know it’s quite young but I also feel like I’m getting older and I have nothing to show for what. I don’t do anything but work from home. I live with my mom. I’m happy that I’m working, I’m paying off my loans, I started investing and I’m not ashamed of living with my mom because I’m saving so much money and time here (even if she does irritate the hell out of me from time to time as she’s also working from home.) I think the thing that I’m most bummed out about is how non existent my social/love/sex life is.

I’m turning 24 and I’ve never been kissed, never had a boyfriend, never been on a date, never had sex. It kind of bums me out seeing that I’ve never done these things because of my strict parents, focus on school, and overall anxiety, shyness, and nonexistent self esteem. I’m quite nerdy with big glasses, not too attractive honestly, very shy and socially anxious, not good at talking to people I don’t know (I have improved significantly but just making friends and dating is a whole other demon). I look 15 and I feel like I dress and act like it. All of the people I know have done something one way or another and I hate being the odd one out. I feel as though I’m only meant to watch people do these things not experience it myself.

My only option is dating apps and I feel like this is hard for me too because I’m so conscious of myself and others. Somehow it can worse talking to someone through messaging? And I have weird standards where I don’t want someone too ugly or too attractive or someone with fuckboy vibes 😂 never got pass that stage but I do dread all of that. Dating confuses me, relationships confuse me, sex confused me. It’s also so scary and overwhelming, hearing stories and advice of all degrees. I do think I want to do these things but I feel like so many people my age have “experience” and it’s getting too late to do these things? I don’t think I’ll ever catch up? Just feeling a bit hopeless and bummed out about how this aspect of my life has turned out and is continuing to be. Thank you for listening

Aw hi my fellow late bloomer 💓

I genuinely feel like you’re putting way too much pressure on yourself and it’s so unfair because society does that enough.

I definitely relate to having super strict parents who basically forbade you to date and have friends and to just focus on school. Which I think is such a huge disservice that they did to us because we have to spend 95% of our lives being social and we need to learn how to properly communicate with others and that shit starts at home!!!

I legit had the same conversation last night with a friend who just turned 20 this year.

I totally feel you on pretty much everything you said. Even though I’m a little more experienced than you, I still feel like I’m not as experienced as everybody else when it comes to dating and having sex. I find myself just watching life pass me by as well. It fucking sucks.

As far as your looks … you say you look 15, is it because you still live at home and have no control over your clothing choices? Or is it that you don’t know where to start when it comes to dressing yourself? If you wanna switch up your look, there are so many blogs and YouTube channels where you can find people with your body type and the style you want to have and start there for inspiration.

As far as social anxiety goes, which I have as well but I feel like it stems from being uncomfortable and being forced to be around people I don’t like.

But when I am around people I do like, I’m more comfortable and outgoing. I’m wondering if it’s the same for you?

Your 20s is such a really confusing ass time and I want you to know that it’s fucking ok that you don’t have all the answers or know where to start.

I just feel like you’re literally just getting started with your life and so you have sooo much time ahead of you to have all of these fun and exciting experiences.

I highly suggest that you take it one day at a time. You tackle your self confidence and body image right now. Then your social anxiety and learning to speak to people without screaming on the inside later on. Etc etc

You do what you’re comfortable doing right now.

You’re going to be just fine and everything will fall into place for you. Just remember that not all flowers bloom at the same time, babe.

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Sneaking Around | Chapter Three

The weekend couldn’t pass quickly enough, but finally it was Monday. Aelin was annoyed at herself for feeling this way; she wasn’t some lovesick high schooler. She was a badass, intelligent, collected woman. Yet still, she couldn’t help but feel butterflies when she thought of seeing Rowan again.

That train of thought was absolutely ridiculous for a thousand different reasons. But it seemed Aelin really did have a crush on Rowan, broody as he was. He probably didn’t feel the same. If he wanted anything from her, it was sex. He might not even want that.

Aelin needed to stop thinking about Rowan and focus on getting ready for work. She showered, put on a pantsuit and flats, and made herself a bagel.

By the time Aelin climbed into Ansel's beat-up truck, she had successfully erased all thoughts of Rowan. The friends carpooled to work to save gas on the days Ansel’s hours were similar to hers (as the bar was across the street from the office), and Aelin just knew this ride was going to end up in Ansel meddling again. Ansel was a good friend, and she could keep a secret, but Aelin didn’t want to deal with the teasing, and the looks she’d get anytime Rowan was in the same room as them. Not when she didn’t even know how he felt about her.

“So... have you talked to your secret boyfriend recently?”

“Straight to the point, aren’t you?” Aelin remarked. “I’ll say it again, I do not have a secret boyfriend. I hooked up with somebody, somebody you don’t know, and that’s all.”

Ansel sighed. “Why do you have to be so secretive? Who else am I supposed to harass?”

Aelin chuckled. “Elide seems a bit moony whenever Lorcan walks in the room. Harass her.” Lorcan worked at the local gym. He was another member of their dysfunctional little family.

“You think? Oh, they would be so cute together.”

“Do you know who else would be cute together?” Aelin asked.

“Who?”

“You and Fenrys.”

Ansel blinked. “That’s... would we really?” Aelin grinned. “I mean, not that I’m interested or anything, but he is pretty handsome. And funny. Very funny. Do you think he likes me?”

Aelin burst into laughter. “What happened to suave Ansel, who could pick up any guy who walked in her bar?”

“Oh, shut it. Tell me straight out, do you think he likes me?”

She thought for a minute. “I really don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to ask him.” Ansel seemed like she was about to protest, so Aelin added, “Don’t worry, I’ll be discreet.”

Ansel smiled as they turned into the bar parking lot. “You’re a good friend.”

“I know.” Ansel laughed.

They got out of the truck and parted ways, Aelin crossing the street.

She walked into the office building and was greeted by Elide, who worked as the receptionist. “Hello, Ms. Galathynius. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I hate it when you call me Ms. Galathynius.”

Elide smiled. “That’s why I do it. How was your weekend?”

“Boring.” Total lie. “Heads up, Ansel’s planning on questioning you about your crush on Lorcan.”

Elide frowned. “I do not have a crush on him. Did you do this?”

Aelin winced. “I had to direct her attention elsewhere. She was badgering me about something.”

Thankfully, Elide didn’t question her about the “something.”

Aelin went to the elevator. Fenrys and Rowan were already inside, and she remembered to be as calm as possible, despite the way her heart fluttered when she saw Rowan.

“Hey, Aelin. How are you?” asked Fenrys when she stepped inside.

She grinned. “Fine. I’m supposed to ask if you have a crush on Ansel.” So much for being discreet. Ansel would get over it.

Fenrys squinted. “Supposed to? Who wants to know?”

“That’s confidential.”

A smile blossomed on his face. “Does Ansel want to know?”

“I repeat, confidential,” replied Aelin. So far she’d ignored Rowan completely.

Fenrys declared, “Well, maybe I’ll have to ask her out, then.” Rowan chuckled. “What? She’s hot. Well, here’s my stop. Try not to kill each other.” Aelin glared at him, well aware her and Rowan’s feud was public knowledge. Little did they know.

Fenrys worked as an assistant on the fourth floor, so now Aelin and Rowan were alone in the elevator.

The doors shut. Rowan asked, “How was your weekend?”

Aelin flashed a smile. “Well, nothing very interesting happened. It was rather uneventful.”

He smiled back. “I can’t say the same. I had a remarkably exhilarating encounter this weekend.”

“Did you now? And what did this encounter entail?” Aelin couldn’t help but ask. Well, it seemed it wasn’t going to be ignored and forgotten. If it wasn’t for the camera, Aelin would have jumped him right there. How did he manage to tear away her self-control every time she saw him?

“Hmm, it involved a lovely woman. Somewhat aggravating, though.”

“I beg to differ! If anyone’s aggravating, it’s you.”

Rowan just gave that smile again and said, “Look at that; it’s my floor. Have a nice day.”

Aelin glared at him. The elevator doors closed, leaving Aelin alone. It certainly didn’t feel like this was going to be a one-time thing. And it seemed she’d grown to like bickering with him. She hadn’t felt like this since high school, when Dorian Havilliard asked her to prom. Aelin was such a gods-damned mess right now.

-

She spent the next few hours working diligently. It was only at her lunch break that Aelin allowed herself to think of Rowan again, and only because he was in the same room. The whole group had claimed the same lunch break long ago.

They were in the lounge, at their usual seats (Aelin and Rowan as far away from each other as possible). Lysandra, Aedion, and Gavriel were taking with Aelin about going out for drinks this evening.

“We went to the bar on Friday. You lot are alcoholics,” was Gavriel’s input on the matter.

Lysandra frowned. “We are not. We just like alcohol, that’s all.”

Aelin giggled. Aedion sighed. “Maybe he’s right. How did we get such good jobs?” he wondered.

Aelin laughed outright at this. “Who knows? Don’t question it.”

“Being an alcoholic is expensive,” proclaimed Lysandra. “We can take a rain check.”

“Why isn’t alcohol free?” Aelin pondered.

Manon had heard this last remark and said, “Why am I friends with any of you?”

They all cracked up at Manon’s usual bitchiness.

“Because you love us so much,” Aelin crooned.

Manon rolled her eyes.

By the time their short lunch break was over, the whole lot of them had traded dozens of jokes and insults. A usual day.

Soon after, a file showed up on Aelin’s desk that needed to be taken to the tech department. Rowan.

She took the elevator down and walked into Rowan’s office. He was sitting at his desk scanning over a document.

“Today’s report, Whitethorn,” Aelin announced, tossing it on his desk.

Rowan looked up and offered a sly grin. “Since when is delivering files in your job description?”

He’d caught her there. “Since I needed to stretch my legs.”

“Riiight.” Then his smile faded. He suddenly looked very nervous. “Hey, I was wondering if maybe... I mean... never mind. Forget about it.”

She plopped down in the seat across from him. “Oh no, tell me. Don’t be a chicken.” Aelin was very interested in what he had to say. She had never, in all her years knowing him, seen Rowan look so anxious. She felt rather good, as it seemed she had caused it.

He scowled at her, then said, “I had been wondering if you might want to go to dinner with me.”

Aelin’s eyes widened. “Like a date?” She couldn’t imagine anything else it would be, but it didn’t hurt to make sure.

“That was the idea. Look, I know you don’t... just forget I said anything, okay?”

“Ansel works late tomorrow. Pick me up at 7:00, apartment 3B.” And with that, Aelin stood and strode out of the room, leaving a very surprised Rowan in her wake.

-

By 6:00, Aelin had finished all of her work, and headed over to the bar to wait for Ansel. Elide accompanied her. They sat down with Lorcan, who must have just gotten there.

She hadn’t just been misdirecting when she told Ansel about how Elide was around Lorcan. Moony, yes, but also happier and bolder. And Lorcan seemed... nice. Lorcan was never nice. She was so going to set them up.

Aelin ordered a burger, as did Lorcan. Elide got a salad. “Seriously, El? A salad? At a bar?” was Ansel’s comment when she served them. “I have half a mind to kick you out.”

Aelin and Lorcan laughed, and Elide shot Lorcan an annoyed look. He quickly stopped laughing. Ansel waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Aelin, who cracked up.

“What’s so funny?” Elide demanded.

Aelin put on her most innocent look and said, “Nothing.”

Ten minutes later Aelin said, “Hey, Ansel’s done so we’re going to head out now. You two should stay.”

They both squinted at her. Lorcan gruffly replied, “I’m still eating, so I was going to stay anyways.”

“Me too,” stated Elide.

They gave each other embarrassed glances, then looked away. Ansel grabbed Aelin’s arm and dragged her out towards her truck. “Oh gods, they are so in love! How didn’t I see it sooner? Have you ever seen Lorcan look shy?”

Aelin laughed. “Never. Hey, guess what else I made progress with?”

“Hm?” she asked as they climbed in the truck.

“You may or may not be receiving an invitation for a date sometime soon.” Aelin grinned.

“You don’t mean... Fenrys isn’t actually...”

Aelin grinned. “Eyes on the road. Wouldn’t want to get in a car crash before Fenrys can ask you out.”

Ansel squealed. “I love you, Lin.”

“Everybody does.”

Ansel elbowed her. “Now all we need is to do is set up Lys and Aedion, find Manon a girlfriend, and get you somebody.”

Aelin stayed silent.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” A gasp. “You do have a secret boyfriend!”

“No. I’m just going on a date tomorrow.”

Ansel exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, Aelin. That’s great! Wait, did you plan it tomorrow so I wouldn’t get to see him? Because I know him?”

“I have nothing to say on the matter,” was all Aelin would say.

“That’s not fair. You have to tell me who. At least say if it’s the same guy you hooked up with.”

Aelin sighed. “Just to get you to stop pestering me, yes it is the same guy.”

Ansel, of course, did not stop pestering her. About her date. With Rowan Whitethorn. Aelin was only just processing this. Holy shit.

[ssatoritendou]

Birthday Gift

Pairing: tachihara/reader

Michizo Tachihara  

Word count: 1.6k

+ summary: it is Tachihara’s birthday the members of the port mafia take him out for drinks. He decides to go home early and catch up on work. Mori tells him to check up on Elise and her babysitter, you who is also Mori’s apprentice and Michizo’s crush.

Genre: fluffy lovey-dovey

Warning: 18+ suggestive themes

“Happy 20th Birthday Tachihara. Order as many drinks you want.” Gramps said.

“Haha, sure thing.” He grinned. Tachihara downed 4 shots of whatever liquor that was on the table that Chuuya put out for him.

“Looks like our little Tachihara has been preparing for this day for a while.” Chuuya laughed. This was going to be an interesting birthday.

“I think I’m going to go home,” Tachihara said only having a few glasses of beer and hard liquor. He knew his limit but everybody else stayed to get plastered. He was about to walk back to base before Mori stopped him.

“When you *hiccup* get home check on my dear Elise for me and little ____ too.”

“____ is there this late?”

“Elise can’t sleep without her. She had been staying with us while the storms are here.” He said.

He swallowed hard. “Yeah, of course, I’ll check in on both of them.”

He hated to admit it but he had a little crush on Elise’s babysitter. But you weren’t just a babysitter you were Mori’s apprentice. Practically like a daughter to his boss. Now you weren’t just an apprentice in the mafia no you were trying to become a doctor. And you wanted to learn from the doctor himself.

Tachihara recently started staying in his office in Headquarters. Mori recently put him in charge of the armory. That was a lot of paperwork and inventory every day. He would sometimes let that paperwork build up. This was one of those nights he knew if he waited another night he would end up behind. Normally he wouldn’t care but Mori had put a lot of faith and trust into him with the armory control.

But before he could get to his paperwork he needed to check on you and Elise.

“____ I’m not tired,” Elise whined to you.

“Elise I understand but I’m tired.” You whined back. She was behind just finishing your side braid.

“They're all done.” She said happily.

“Good now, will you go to bed?” Before she could answer there was a knock on the door. You knew if it was Mori he would just burst in. “Elise hide.” You reached for a gun that Mori hid in her room just in case. You pulled the gun from behind the nightstand. She nodded and went to go hide.

“Come in.” You said you aimed the gun at the door.

“Hey, Mori just wanted me-”

Bang! You shot the gun.

“____ what the fuck was that for!” Tachihara yelled. He clutched the side of his arm.

“Tachihara I’m sorry. I thought you were an intruder.” You moved his hand and saw that it sliced through both his jacket and shirt. “Oh thank god.”

“Not to sound rude or anything but how is this a thank god moment?” He said through gritted teeth.

“It’s just a graze you baby.”

“I know you’re welcome.” Then it hit you his ability. He was able to manipulate metal.

“Thank you.” You chuckled nervously. “Elise you can come out now.”

She came out of the closet. “You shot Tachihara!” She shouted.

“Yes, Elise. Go to bed I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She was about to make a fuss but then looked at Tachihara who was gazing at your figure.

“No need. I can sleep without you. Just stay with Tachihara tonight.”

“What?” You said embarrassed and shocked but before you could correct her she was pushing the both of you out of her room and locking it from behind. “I’ll just crawl into bed with her later. I have a key.” You said blushing.

“Can you remove your jacket and shirt?” You said. “And where’s your secret liquor stash? And not the good stuff.”

“Under my pillow.” He said taking off the top half of his clothing. “Should I sit at my desk?”

“Yes.” You had the first aid kit ready to go. He was sitting patiently at the desk.

Technically Tachihara could do this himself. But he knew that you were working hard with Mori.

He watched you set up what you were going to do. You pulled out the disinfectant wipe, a big bandage, and some gauze.

“Now I must warn you this will sting a little.”

“Oh please I’m not a baby-” He winced at the strong stinging of the disinfect you wiped with the pressure you applied. “You didn't have to go so hard.”

“Well, that is so you make sure it’s clean.” You said through gritted teeth, you quickly applied the bandaged and the gauze. “They're all done, you big baby. Now I would usually give my patients lollipops or stickers whatever Elise is feeling. But since it’s your birthday let’s do a birthday shot.” You said with a smile pulling glasses out of his third desk draw and poured the cheap liquor.

“How did you know that the glasses were there?” Tachihara asked.

“Mori has them in all the office 3rd desk draw. I just have a thing for cheap liquor, what I grew up drinking.” You handed him the glass. “Come on.”

He took the shot from you and downed it as you did.

“Thanks again.”

“Of course Tachihara anything for you. I really should be getting back to Elise I don’t want her to get scared and disappoint Mori.”

“Trust me Mori won’t remember the next few hours and Elise said she would be found. You can sleep on my bed I don’t mind. I’m going to be working most of the night and probably sleep on the couch. The bed has never been slept on.”

The bed did look so comfortable. You haven’t been getting a lot of sleep while spending your nights for the past week with Elise.

“Thank you Tachihara.” You went over to the bed and lifted the covers and sunk into the beds cushioning.

“You can call me Michizo.” He went over to his closet and pulled 2 sweatshirts out. He slipped one on himself. “Here you can wear this to bed.”

“Thanks.” You slipped the sweatshirt on.

You fell back down into the soft bed. You were engulfed in his cologne. Even though the bed was barely slept in it still smelt like him. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes.

Tachihara was an interesting member of the Port Mafia to you at least. Sure he had a temper that leads to his rash decision making. However, he valued orders and his position in the mafia. But those qualities made a great person in combat and a reliable man.

He was the only person around your age that you got to be around with every once in a while. He was kind to you. Which was different than the way he treated others. But you thought maybe it because he didn’t spend a lot of time with you.

He wasn’t a sight for sore eyes. He was quite attractive.

Must have only been a couple of hours of you resting but you shifted a little when you heard a loud sigh from across the room.

You riser from your sleepy state. “Michizo are you alright?”

“Mmm. Oh _____ I’m sorry if I woke you. Just work that is stressing me out.”

“How much paperwork did you finish?” You said getting you from the bed and sauntering over to his desk.

“Almost all of it. I just have a few more files.” He said rubbing his face.

You went behind him and put your hands on his shoulders. This caused Tachihara to drop his pen. You started to massage his shoulders.

“Just come to bed. I’ll help you finish it in the morning.” You said leaning into his ear. “I can’t stand to see you this stressed out Michizo. You need rest, doctors orders.”

He turned his head towards your sleepy face. “Fine Princess.” He let you pull him towards the bed.

“You need to relax more.” You continue to rub his shoulders. He fell back into your soft chest closing his eyes. “You get so stressed out from your work. Being a leader of the black lizard and control the armory now.”

“Ugh ___.” He moaned. He caught himself pulling away from your massage and holding your hands. “You are a little minx.” He leaned into your face placing a rough kiss on you.

He pulled away to gauge your reaction. “W-What was that for?” You asked shying away with a pink tint on your cheeks.

He smirked. “Just a birthday present for myself. Unless you liked it, Princess?” He asked tilting your head towards him again. “If you want another one you are going to have to tell me you liked it. If you didn’t I’ll back off.”

You shit your eyes. “I liked it. I liked it a lot, Michizo.”

“Good girl.” He leaned toward this time being slightly gentle. He only got a little more forceful with the kisses when his tongue entered your mouth. You return everyone of his kisses. Soon turning sloppy and salvia almost dripping down your chin.

He only stop when you began to whine. “We are going to have to stop for tonight Princess. I wouldn’t be able to control myself. And my doctor did say to get some rest.” He said with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. He turned you around to spoon you. “Remember that you promised to help me in the morning ___.”

“Of course Michizo.”

He hummed to your agreeing tone.

“Happy birthday my love you said rubbing his hand across your torso.

“Goodnight my love.” He grumbled into your neck.

[cuddlepilefics]

Prince

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Jisung

 Noone’s POV.:

The tension was high in the practice room. Stray Kids were practicing for an upcoming performance, with Minho and Hyunjin teaching the new choreography and with the influence of nerves, everyone was on edge. Looking at it more closely, they hadn’t been getting along very well the entire week. Most likely it was the lack of sleep causing the members to be more irritable than usual but Hyunjin was the worst. He had been kind of bitchy towards his friends for a few days now and snapped at everyone, who got a single move wrong. He even snapped at Chan. At this point, the members had stopped talking to the dancer, upset at his arrogance. They were clearly trying their hardest and all of them were tired. While they had tried to be as understanding as they possibly could, Hyunjin didn’t seem to even try to understand why not everybody could get it right on the first try. Everyone was just wishing for the day to be over but they were still hours before going home. “Alright mates, let’s have one more hour before we go and have a small lunch”, the leader announced and breathless sighs were heard all around. It wasn’t like they were done for the day, they’d continue right after lunch, that’s why they couldn’t eat too much to not make them sick. The thought of a break and a meal gave the exhausted members new motivation and Chan started the music again as soon as everyone was on their starting position. Their motivation however didn’t last long.

Towards the end of the song, the maknae lost his balance during a spin, bumping into Felix and knocking them both of their feet. Luckily, neither got hurt and Jeongin was quick to apologize for his clumsiness. They brushed it off, glad that nobody injured themselves so close to a performance but one member was about to let it go. To Hyunjin it seemed like the last straw had snapped. Why couldn’t his members just take their practice serious? How was he supposed to teach them anything when they wouldn’t stop fooling around? He could dance the choreography just fine, it really wasn’t that difficult, or was it? The dancer marched over, harsh scolding already on his lips and that’s exactly what he did. “Guys, seriously it’s not that hard. Why can’t have one, just fucking one, clean run through? If you don’t remember, the performance is close”, he hissed, holding his thumb and index finger close together, “this close.” – “Hyunjin, we know! We all know and we are trying”, Changbin said sharply, walking up behind Felix and putting his hands on the younger’s shoulders. The young Aussie was a little with Chan and Changbin as his caregivers. The rapper knew how stressed and close to slipping Felix was and Hyunjin being mean to him didn’t help at all. The entire group knew Felix was a little and usually had a rule in place, stating not to yell at any littles in the group. Well at the moment Felix was the only little but a few members had been interested in trying it out once too. “Then try harder!”, the dancer yelled storming out.

The sudden outburst prompted the maknae to burst into tears. He hadn’t meant to trip them. He wanted to get it right at least as badly as everyone else wanted it. Felix had quickly run into Chan’s arms, breathing fast and trying not to slip right then and there. The leader hugged him tightly, mumbling: “Just a bit longer. You’re doing so good mate, we’ll play and cuddle as much as you like tonight, yeah? You just need to hang on a little longer, I know you can and I’m so proud of you.” Changbin was still standing next to Jeongin and pulled the crying boy into his arms, rubbing his back. “We know you didn’t mean to, Innie. You’re trying just as hard as we are. What happened wasn’t your mistake, I really don’t know what got into that boy’s pants”, Changbin comforted. The youngest soon pulled himself together, he was still hurt and upset but crying more would hold them back even more than his mistake already had. He nodded gratefully at Changbin and dried his eyes, giving Felix an apologetic smile, knowing that getting them both yelled at had made it harder for the little not to slip. “Guys, I think somebody should go after Hyunjin”, Seungmin mumbled, “I hate fights, how should we perform well if we can’t even get along?” Chan nodded, loosening his grip on Felix: “Do you think I should go?” Most members agreed for the leader to go check on one of their main dancers but Jeongin stopped him. “Hyung, I honestly think Jisung-hyung should go. They always used to fight and therefore learned to understand each other well. If one of us can figure out what Hyunjin-hyung’s deal is, it’s probably Jisung-hyung. Plus, nobody can get mad at a squirrel anyways”, the maknae explained, looking at Jisung with pleading eyes. “Hell no, you just want me to get yelled at”, the rapper frowned but his gaze softened as he saw the genuine concern in the younger’s eyes, “Alright, I’ll check on him.”

Jisung had no idea where Hyunjin could have gone to, so he went to check the restrooms on their floor first. Should the other not be there, he’d search the studios. Soon enough though, Jisung heard muffled sniffles coming from one of the stalls at the far back. Hesitantly, he made his way to the locked stall, knocking softly. “Go ‘way” – “Come on, hyung. Talk to me please”, the younger pleaded. To his surprise the lock clicked, revealing a disheveled Hyunjin. Without pressing any further, the shorter boy pulled his hyung into a hug because he knew the older found great comfort in physical affection. They stayed silent while Jisung guided his friend towards the sinks, so he could wash the tear tracks from his face. When he didn’t think Hyunjin would say something anytime soon, the younger spoke up again: “Hyung, I can tell something’s seriously wrong. Just the way you’ve been acting lately, it’s not like you at all. You kept pushing Felix away, no matter whether he was big or little and come on, I know you love cuddling him. And ‘mean dance-instructor’? That’s Minho’s role, you’re not like that, hyung. What’s going on? You know, maybe we can help.” A broken whimper escaped the dancer, who still refused to meet his friend’s eyes. He felt guilt gnawing at his heart. Guilt for raising his voice at their maknae, who looked so terrified of his hyung. And guilt for almost making Felix slip because he understood how much the younger was struggling to push his headspace away in favor of their schedule. He probably understood better than any of the other members, better than the caregivers too. If only he could be like Felix.

“I-I’m sorry”, Hyunjin choked out, sliding down the wall next to the sink. He sat on the floor and rested his back against the wall while his long legs were drawn all the way to his chest. Jisung stayed silent, taking a seat against the wall opposite of his hyung, hoping he would go on. “I know it’s tough for Felix. It’s tough for everyone but I broke the rule which exists because it’s toughest for him. I’m sorry, I should really control myself better. I’ve been so on edge lately, I think I’m going insane, Sung”, the dancer admitted with his eyes closed, so he wouldn’t have to look at the other. The younger was heartbroken at this confession and promised: “You’re not going insane, hyung”, Jisung sympathized, “You’re stressed, we all are. We just need to get this performance over with and once we’re able to relax a bit, you’ll feel a lot better. Just please hang on for now.” Hyunjin shook his head distraught, fisting his hands in his hair and pulling. Jisung couldn’t take it any longer and moved over to sit next to his friend, carefully removing his hands from his hair while reassuring him everything would be alright soon in a hushed voice. Although the rapper meant well, his soft actions towards Hyunjin were putting the older in a difficult position. “Sung, you know Lixxie”, the dancer murmured, hugging himself, “We’re more similar than chu guys think, hyung.”

Jisung froze. His friends voice had changed over the course of a few words. He sounded so shy suddenly. The last few words were distorted by a small but noticeable lisp, which Hyunjin never had. To top it off, the dancer had addressed Jisung as his hyung, despite being older than him. That was when it finally clicked and the rapper’s eyes widened with wonder muttering: “Jinnie, are you a little? I mean are you like Felix?” – “Nuh-uh, J-Jinnie nu little. Jinnie big, n-nu hate Jinnie, he nu little”, Hyunjin stumbled over his words, face paling and breathing speeding up. He seemed downright terrified, so Jisung took the little’s shaky hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze while choosing his next words carefully: “I wouldn’t hate Jinnie. You’re my friend and it wouldn’t matter whether you were big or little, as long as you’re happy but you’re not happy right now.” – “Nu hate Jinnie?”, the dancer whispered doubtfully, more to himself than to Jisung. “No sweetheart and if Jinnie is little right now, he should know that I’d love giving him a hug.” That was all it took for Hyunjin to throw himself into the other’s arms, tearing up again. They sat like this for a few minutes and waited for the little to calm himself down. When he finally pulled away, he looked at Jisung with sad eyes, fiddling with his shirt. “Jinnie nu have been little in thiiiiis long”, he admitted spreading his long arms as far apart as he could. The rapper mirrored his gesture: “Really this long?” – “Nuh, thiiis long”, Hyunjin corrected, and repeated the motion, his arms being longer than Jisung’s and therefore spreading further. “I see”, Jisung nodded, “that’s really long.” The little agreed and looked at the other with big eyes. He really wanted to go home to his plushies. Seemingly able to read minds, the rapper asked: “How about you wait here for a minute while I go get our bags, then we can go home. I’ll just tell the others you weren’t feeling well and need to rest a bit.”

It didn’t take Jisung very long but the entire time he had been terrified somebody would enter the restroom and run into Hyunjin before he could get back to the little. Chan had raised an eyebrow at him but trusted his friend. The rapper pushed the thought of having to catch up with all the dance practice he was missing right now to the very back of his mind. His friend was more important to him at the moment. When he entered the restroom again, the little was exactly where he had left him, pouting at Jisung with glossy eyes. “Come on sweets, let’s go”, he smiled. The little shook his head, taking his bag out of the other’s hands and searching one of the hidden side-pockets. He quickly found what he was looking for, shoving his emergency-pacifier between his lips before nodding at the rapper that he was ready to go now. The squirrel-like boy was ready to melt right then and there and he stroked the little’s cheek fondly before putting a mask on him to hide the pacifier. Now they were really ready to go. The way to the dorm was quiet with Hyunjin not being able to talk properly behind the paci and fearing to give himself away. Jisung spent the time deep in thought. Little Jinnie had stolen his heart in a split second and the rapper could only hope, he’d see his hyung regress more in the future. Did he have a caregiver? Probably not, if he did, why didn’t his caregiver ensure he’d regress? Chan and Changbin always made sure Felix got to regress as often as he needed to. The past week had clearly proved just how harmful it was for a little to be forced into being big all the time. Jisung didn’t want his friend to hurt like that ever again but even if he didn’t have a caregiver already, would he accept the rapper to take care of him?

Back at the dorm, Jisung ran a warm bath for the little, making sure to dd lots of bubbles and a cute rubber ducky they kept in their shower. He let the dancer relax his sore muscles for a while and used the time to prepare lunch for both of them. Then he went back to the bathroom to find Hyunjin got too distracted playing with the bath toy to remember washing his hair, so the rapper squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into his hand. He motioned for the little to lean his back against the side of the bathtub and started working his fingers through the other’s long hair, giving his scalp a gentle massage. The dancer closed his eyes and a content smile spread across his face. Jisung was sure if Hyunjin was a cat, he’d be purring by now. The rapper was glad he had hung a towel over the bathroom heater because now he was able to wrap the little up in the warm fluffy fabric before going to detangle his friend’s hair. Jinnie had warmed up to Jisung more and more and kept trying to cuddle into the rapper, who was brushing his hair. It was safe to say that by the end of it, the rapper was soaked too, so they both changed into fresh shorts and hoodies. The little was surprisingly well behaved, probably because he was worried his ‘hyung’ would walk out on him if he acted up. Since Felix barely ever regressed in front of the entire group, only in front of his caregivers, Jisung barely had any experience caring for a little but it seemed he had made the right choice on their meal. Hyunjin happily munched on his chicken nuggets, not noticing the other’s eyes shining with adoration while the rapper almost forgot to eat his own food. The dancer was a shy little, barely meeting Jisung’s eyes and staying quiet most of the time. After their talk in the company restroom, there hadn’t been much conversation, both boys busy with their own thoughts. The little was enjoying his time with Jisung. He hadn’t been in his headspace for an exceedingly long timespan and even before he stopped regressing, he never had a caregiver. The dancer wasn’t sure how to act towards his friend. Sure, he enjoyed the other taking care of him but he was terrified that this was a one-time thing and he’d be on his own, should he regress again.

The little was in a true dilemma but was pulled from his thoughts when a strawberry appeared in front of his face. “Say ‘aaah’ Jinnie” – “Aaaah”, he complied, wanting to be a good boy. As soon as he opened his mouth, Jisung put the strawberry in, causing the little to turn as bright red as the fruit itself. The rapper giggle, stroking his still damp hair, before picking up the next strawberry. Hyunjin could just watch him with sparkling eyes while allowing the other to feed him. At that moment the little knew for sure he didn’t want to regress without a caregiver anymore and that he really wished Jisung would take care of little Jinnie. He just always seemed to know what the dancer needed before the other knew it himself. Hyunjin really enjoyed the other’s affection and decided to relish it for as long as it lasted. He just wouldn’t regress anymore in the future, since this was only a one-time thing. The little really tried to be happy and enjoy his time with Jisung but the thought of this being the last time was always at the back of his mind.

When they had finished their meal and the rapper had cleaned the dishes, he pulled Hyunjin along to cuddle on the couch, who was more than ready to comply. He turned on whatever cartoon he found by switching through the channels and let it play as soothing background noise before addressing an uncomfortable topic: “Jinnie, you know the others will be back in some time. You should probably tell them that you’re a little, they’ve been worried about what has been going on recently. I know it sounds scary, honey, but they accepted Felix too, didn’t they? I’m sure they’ll love little you”, he assured when he saw the horror on the littles face, “Plus, if they know, they can help make time for you to regress so incidents like today don’t happen again.” Hyunjin shook his head furiously and Jisung stroked his hair to calm him down. “Jinnie nu be little again”, he whimpered, burying his face in the rapper’s chest. Jisung pulled him tighter into his arms and allowed the little to chew on the cord of his hoodie because it seemed to help him relax. After placing a quick peck on the other’s hairline, Jisung whispered: “Sweetie, you can’t just not be little again, that’s too dangerous and, you know, I’d miss little Minnie. I’d be really sad if I didn’t get to see him again. So sad, I’d probably cry.” – “Nuh, nu hyungie nu cwy”, the dancer shot up, staring at his face in worry. He let Jisung pull him back down to rest on the rapper’s chest again, where he felt the low rumble of the other’s voice. “Are you scared of being little?”, Jisung asked carefully, rubbing the boy’s back, “You don’t have a caregiver, do you? He would have made sure you wouldn’t suppress your littlespace.” The little didn’t answer, he just played with the cord of Jisung’s hoodie, so the rapper decided to continue, pushing back his own nerves: “Jinnie, I fully understand if you don’t trust me enough for that yet but you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met. Seeing you sad or hurting breaks my heart, so if you’d take me as your caregiver, I’d give my most to never let you hurt again.”

The little could barely grasp what was happening to him. One moment he had promised himself never to be little again and the next he had the caregiver of his dreams. After studying the rapper’s face for a few minutes, trying to figure out whether the offer was sincere, he cuddled up as closely as he could to Jisung repeatedly muttering “tank chu”. Jisung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding: “No, thank you, my prince. For a moment I thought you were going to say no.” – “Nu say nu to chu. Chu da bestest. Nu wan be little if was without chu”, Hyunjin denied. “That’s why you say you wouldn’t be little again?”, the rapper asked in disbelieve as his prince nodded against his chest, not letting go. Well, Jisung wouldn’t let go of his prince either.

[wayward-riana]

Soothing Chords | Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky's life is poisoned by his constant nightmares but Y/N has the perfect antidote.

Warnings: Brief mentions of anxiety and sadness. Nightmares. Fluff.

Grey clouds loom over the night sky. The trees rustle each time the wind gushes through. The compound is dead silent. Only things that aren't silent are Y/N's heart and Bucky's demons.

Y/N sits on the edge of her bed. Sweat drips down her temples as she presses her hand against her chest. Her heart palpitations have gotten worse. Sometimes she feels like her heart will burst out of her chest. She struggles to catch her breath. She can't bring herself to calm down so she makes her way to her safe haven. Her studio.

Her footsteps are delicate against the cold tiles that lie beneath her feet. A shawl is draped around her shoulders to keep her from being cold. She hugs herself as she walks through the long, extended hallways. As she passes the kitchen, she notices a silhouette. She comes to a stop to see who it is. A glint of metal catches her eye.

It's Bucky.

Y/N and Bucky haven't interacted a lot. They only ever talked when they were introduced for the first time. Bucky was quiet since the first day he arrived. He doesn't really talk to anyone, that much. And Y/N is shy. It takes time for her to come out of her shell. She is open with the others but struggles to be herself around the reserved man.

She clears her throat, startling Bucky. His gaze snaps to her.

"I'm sorry," Y/N apologises. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Bucky nods at her, "It's all right."

She slowly walks towards him where he sits, "Couldn't sleep?"

He shakes his while heaving a sigh.

"Nightmares."

She didn't expect him to answer. She struggled to find the right words to say, not wanting to offend him.

"I don't mean to pry, but do you get nightmares a lot?"

"Every damn night." He states.

"I'm sorry...I wish I could do something to help." She pauses before she's hit with an idea.

"Appreciate the thought." Bucky offers her a small smile before looking down, again.

"Bucky, come with me."

That's all she says before she takes off in long strides. Bucky can't help but follow her. His eyebrows furrow deeper in confusion as he walks behind her.

His blue eyes dart around as he finds himself in an unfamiliar wing of the compound. Y/N stands in front of a pretty door. She takes out a key and unlocks it. Bucky was confused that keys even exist in this place. Usually, everyone in the compound uses passwords or whatnot to open doors. Stupid modern people.

The door opens to reveal a lavish room. The walls are decorated with red wallpaper with gold patterns on it. Multiple acoustic guitars rest on the wall. Some are vintage while some are absolutely new. The electric guitars are stood on the floor against the wall. There's one of each colour. A huge drum set sits at the very corner of the room. There were several violins, too. And finally there was a grand piano, that blends right into the room.

Bucky's jaw was on the floor. He did not expect this.

"I know this is a bit too much. All I wanted was a small room to keep all my instruments, but Tony built me a studio, instead." Y/N sighs.

Of course Tony built a studio for his god-daughter. He would build her another world, if he could.

"Come on in." She steps inside, tugging Bucky along with her.

"Can you play all this stuff?" He asks, jaw still hanging loose.

"No no, I just keep all these instruments to stare at them," She says, sarcasm enveloping each one of her word. "I do play all this stuff."

"That's impressive."

"Thanks, Sergeant."

Y/N walks to the grand piano and nestles herself on the bench. She pats the spot beside her, indicating Bucky to sit. He pauses to look at her for a moment and takes slow steps before finally sitting down.

Y/N's fingers glide effortlessly across the keys. Bucky notices her eyes aren't even on the keys, they are closed. He can't help but be in awe. She looked angelic. The rays from the spotlights engulfed her face. She glowed like a star and Bucky realised, for the first time, just how beautiful she is.

Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side

There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time

If I could dream long enough, you'd tell me I'll be just fine

It's been decades since Bucky sat down to listen to a song, properly. Back in his days, he's heard a fair share of singers but no voice came close to hers. Her voice was delicate yet powerful. Each note held so much emotion. Bucky felt every word in his heart.

So I drown it out, like I always do

Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you

And I chase it down with this shot of truth

That my feet don't dance, like they did with you

A tear slides down Bucky's cheek as soon as Y/N hits the last note. Neither of them say a word. Silence looms over them like a ghost. Before Bucky eventually breaks it,

"That was beautiful."

******

And from that day, every night, Bucky and Y/N were found inside the studio. Y/N's heart palpitations improved over time but she still chose to wake up every night for Bucky. She sang to him every night so that he could sleep safe and sound.

Steve was so surprised to see his best friend in deep slumber. He might've cried a little but no one needs to know that.

Y/N had created a special bond between Bucky and her. She was very proud of it. They were good friends yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she was utterly in love with him.

She hid her feelings from everyone but Tony could see right through her. He always did. He just wanted his god-daughter to be happy, so he gave her solid advice,

“Look, kiddo. I know you have feelings for Barnes. You gotta tell him not only cause you’re confusing him but you’re letting yourself fall into a deep void. You think I don’t know that you can’t sleep at night? You think I don’t know about how you developed a heart condition because of all that stress? I do. I know everything. And because I love you, I’m telling you to confess.”

Y/N resorts to one of her brilliant ideas, to tell Bucky she loves him through a song. 

*******

“So, naturally I told Sam to fuck off and leave me alone,” Bucky chuckles. “ mean, who does he think he is?”

Y/N smiles at how the beautiful man in front of her can’t contain his laughter. How the corner of his eyes crinkle as he does so. The apple of his cheek flush red when he catches her staring. He clears his throat before composing himself, “What are you going to sing for me tonight, doll?”

He eyes as she fists her trembling right hand. Her shoulders are tense, her left leg is bouncing making the guitar on her lap shake. Maybe she was having a tough night or she was growing tired of his company. 

She inhales loudly and grows still. She stays quiet. She knew she could back out, if she wanted to, but she needed to do this. She needed him. More than anything. 

Her thumb slid down the strings of the guitar filling the room’s silence. Her fingers slowly start to strum a chord progression and she readies herself to lose another person that she loves, 

Loving and fighting

Accusing, denying

I can't imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

She maintains eye contact as she sings every word. Her eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill. The lump in her throat makes her voice strain as she hits every note. Bucky is confused and concerned. He just can’t understand why she was being so distant yet it felt like she was telling him something. He hated seeing her so broken. So anxious.

You locked yourself in the bathroom

Lying on the floor when I break through

I pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming "Please don't leave me"

Y/N’s voice cracks as she refrains herself from sobbing, Bucky considers stopping her. HIs heart ached. He considered rushing to her and pulling her into his arms while kissing her hair, letting her know that she’ll be okay.

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

Bucky, I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

It takes him a solid second to realise what she just said. He doesn’t know if she actually said that she swears to love him all her life or he was just lost in his thought and he didn’t hear her correctly. 

“D-Doll?” He stammers not being able to bring himself to say anything else.

“I love you, Bucky and I have since the day I sang to you for the first time. I kept this in me for so long and it was weighing me down. I couldn’t hold it in, anymore. I had to let you know, even if you left. I had to tell you how I feel.”

Bucky stands up and walks towards her. He kneels in front of her and gently takes the acoustic guitar from her, and sets in on the ground. He rests his flesh hand on her lap, hesitant to do the same with his metal one. 

“Why would I leave?” He whispers in the softest voice.

“Even if you don’t, what if you’re ripped away from me like everybody else?”

“Everybody else?”

“My father sacrificed himself for S.H.I.E.L.D. My mother literally died from a broken heart. My brother...who took care of me died in the battle of New York. I lost everyone. Everyone.”

Bucky has spent so much time with her, but no one ever told her that his favourite girl had been through so much. He couldn’t believe how she still had such a positive energy. She was a literal hero.

“I love you, Y/N. I really do and I didn’t tell you because I’m not good enough for you and because I didn’t know you felt the same way,” He leans forward to press his forehead against hers. “But I’d like you to be my best girl. I want you to be my best girl. I promise, I’ll never leave you and I promise I won’t let anyone rip me away from you. I’ll be here, always. For you. We’ll hold each other through our darkest nights, and you will sing and everything will be better. I love you.”

He strengthens his promise by gently placing his lips on her.

On the other side of the door, Tony wipes the tears from his eyes. His little girl that he had raised is finally happy now and he couldn’t ask for more.

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Songs mentioned:

Ghost Of You | 5 Seconds Of Summer

Hold On | Chord Overstreet

[bamberry]

This is not miraculous ladybug related,

(it sorta is 😀)

it’s mentioned but this is just more of heyyyyyyyy nice to meet youuuuu.

Because I’ve now realized I never really introduced myself on this blog. I kinda just appeared out of nowhere tbh.

But my blog is becoming such a big place now so I think it’s the least I can do. Some of y’all might care some of y’all might not- I’m not really going to press you on the matter.

Soooooo, my blog is Bamberry. I don’t know how or why I have this name. I seriously have no idea what I was thinking but hey, here we are. Will I ever change the name? If I ever think of a better one, maybe.

On my blog you can call me Ber/Bam, whatever you prefer tbh. Or you can call me by my real name if want. My name real is Amelie. (Or nickname which is Mel) No I’m not French but I was pleasantly surprised to finally see a character from a show that shared the same name as muah.

Alas, I still can never find my name on those keychains in gas stations 😔

My pronouns are she/her. Though I’m not particularly strict on it.

’m not shy? Sorta? I mean if you say hi I’ll say hi back and I do my best to keep conversations going. I guess I get a bit nervous and flustered. But please! I genuinely love talking to you guys. also I’m kinda hoping to make some new friends on here to talk about ml with too. Kinda have been avoiding it because I just overthink a lot lol.

I hope I don’t come off as like someone who’s aggressive on my blog- truth be told I don’t even know what vibe I give out. Do I even give a vibe out? Or does this blog feel like a robot is managing it?

So, In case you weren’t sure,(which hopefully isn’t the case but nonetheless) this is a miraculous ladybug blog. I’ve been in the fandom since the dawn of time but I never really had an entire blog dedicated to the show until recently.

This blog had started off as user friendly but at one point I said fuck it. Obviously I do restrain myself from time to time but sometimes I can’t help it.

I do blog other ships besides the love square. Either because I find it cute, the art is good, I’m supporting the artist, or because I feel like it. I don’t hate, I don’t discriminate (UNLESS YOURE SHIPPING THINGS LIKE HAWKMOTH AND MARINETTE THEN IN THAT CASE I WILL PHYSICALLY HURT YOU)

Besides that everybody’s safe here.

The more people you ship, the more you can indulge yourself in the many fics and fine works of art.

At least that’s how I see it.

Anyways.

I post spoilers. Always, All the time. This blog is not the place if you’re trying to avoid spoilers. I will post spoilers as the episode airs. I will post spoilers before the episodes airs, and I will post spoilers AFTER the episode airs. I will sometimes tag ml spoilers if I remember to in posts but other than that and the big warning in my bio, it’s all I’ll really do.

I think a good chunk of you knows that I usually post things like art, rants, theories, headcanons, literally anything and everything I think of,

Speaking of you guys, I do actually recognize my active followers and 👉👈 well I appreciate you very much. Whether you’re new follower or an older one. I love you all equally. I’d shoutout but I’m afraid I’d forget one of you and feel bad about it for the next four years. But you know who you are!

I am looking forward more interaction with y’all. Especially with the way the show be hitting us with the pain. We’re all gonna need therapy by the end of it.

:,)

That being said! If there is anything you’d like to know please don’t hesitate to ask. My dms are always opens and of course so are my asks.

[writingsbychlo]

omg what about ff tommy and recepcionist/secretary/something like that reader where she works with him and she’s literally in love w him and is always shy and stutters around him and he doesn’t really notice that she loves him bc hello it’s tommy but he thinks she’s adorable

under the cut!

the thing is, you’re really good with all the other firemen

you can keep up with minho’s wit, you share recipes with gally, you comfort newt when he’s having a bad day

but you always lock up when thomas comes around

you go all quiet and usually suddenly find a task to occupy yourself with

he’s pretty sure you hate him, and that kills him a little bit

partially because he has no idea what he did, but partially because he’s always thought you were cute as hell, and he hears such great things from everyone else, he developed a little crush on you

so, he definitely tries to win you over, he’s not sure what he did but he’s determined to fix it

this involves him showing up at your desk for a chat, and trying to make small talk, which ends up more like him just talking at you and hoping you’ll respond

usually getting saved by the bell when a call comes in

he also tries to bring you coffee or tea in the mornings, and he leaves pastries on your desk sometimes, and tries to tell you jokes

sometimes he even leaves you little notes with smiley faces

eventually, he starts to get a smile to crack out of you, and he’ll get you to laugh, and you start to talk back to him

you’ll even meet his eye now sometimes, so he’s happier with the developments

but the other firefighters always tease him about you, especially when he opts to come and sit with you at your desk sometimes instead of hanging out in the main common room

but he still notices that you’re nowhere near as friendly with him as you are with everyone else

you sometimes give newt little hugs before he leaves, or cook with gally when you think everyone else is asleep, and he even caught you singing with brenda once

so he starts to get a little mad because he just doesn’t know what he did

instead, he starts to distance himself, he figures that you just don’t want to be friends with him, or anything else, so he gives up

and he notices that sometimes you’ll leave a spot for him, or be waiting, but he figures it’s just out of habit

it's after a really risky call when everything comes to a head

everybody else comes back to the house, except for newt and thomas

newt took him to the hospital, he pulled something risky and almost got himself trapped in a fire, and he needed some stitches done on his shoulder

when they finally get back on shift, you’re a mess at your desk

it’s as he’s walking past, not even casting a glance in your direction she makes his way to the locker room that you snap

“Lieutenant!”

He almost falls over his own feet, he’s never heard you speak so loudly, never mind shout, and he was surprised that you were starting a conversation with him, because it’s never happened before

he’s thrilled for a short second, before spinning around to face you and seeing the anger written on your face as you stand from your desk

“you’re a dumbass!”

“excuse me?”

he walks over to you, eyebrows practically in his hairline, and you’re fuming, staring directly into his eyes, and holding the gaze, longer than you ever had

“you heard me! Bren told me all about the shit you pulled, you could’ve got yourself killed!

“but, I didn’t! I’m perfectly fucking fine!”

at this point, you can see some of the others beginning to peer out of the mess hall, wide eyes, because nobody has ever seen you like this, especially not with thomas

“what if you hadn’t been?”

“then I wouldn’t be! Why are you getting at me?”

he physically saw anger drip away to be replaced by embarrassment as he said that, and you went unsettlingly calm in a very short amount of time

“you’re right. You’re fine, and it’s none of my business what you do when you go on call.”

he’s so confused, and then he realises you’re both being watched too, and he glances over his shoulder, just to see everyone disappear back around the doorframe

when he turns back, you’re not facing him anymore, shuffling through random pages in the filing cabinet behind you, and he can tell you’re not really looking for anything, but he gives up and walks away

it’s during his shower that he realises it was pretty dumb and that he shouldn't have yelled at you, and he feels bad

so he comes over after, hair still et and shirt sticking to his chest a little bit, and you barely look at him when he arrives, but your rhythm with your typing stops being so fluid and become more staggered on the keyboard

“why do you care so much?”

his voice was soft and low as he spoke, and yous topped your typing altogether, sighing a little, before your gaze drops down to the desk, but you never turn to look at him

“you made it perfectly clear that I shouldn't care.”

“but, you do?”

you don’t say anything, and you don’t look at him either, and he sighs a little bit before taking your chin with one finger, and turning you to look at him

“you’re the one who pushed me away, but now you’re all cut up about me getting hurt. just tell me what’s going on.”

“I never pushed you away.”

his hand moves, finger dragging up and over your cheek, before the plan closes over it, and you lean into his touch just a little

“I don’t do it on purpose, it’s just easier to talk to everyone else, and you make me feel all nervous and stuck, I don’t know what to say to you.”

“that makes no sense, all I’ve ever done is try to make you more comfortable with me, to make up for whatever it is that I did.”

“you didn’t do anything, that’s the thing.”

he's even more confused now, but you can barely focus on anything other than the way his thumb his smoothing over your cheek, and you sigh.

“you didn’t do anything other than being yourself, and making me nervous and make my heart race and my head spin a little bit, and it makes me freak out a little when you're around, and then you started hanging around more, and I didn’t know why, and it was overwhelming.”

he laughs a little bit, and your entire face falls, before he’s cooing and trying to make it better after realising how his laugh might’ve come across, and holding your jaw in both hands

“you were avoiding me because you’re into me?”

“yeah, well, don’t rub it in.”

he shakes his head, a soft look on his face

“I was hanging around so much because it cut me up that it seemed as if you didn’t like me and I hated that.”

“why?”

“because I’m into you too.”

he hears you gasp, just for a second, before his lips are closing over yours, and it’s about damn time, because the feeling of his mouth working with your own delicately is something you’d been dreaming about for years

when he pulls back, he doesn’t care about the way he can hear everyone cheering and muttering, he just cares about the little laugh you let out, and steals another kiss from your lips

“promise you won’t close up on me anymore?”

“I’ll do my best, but only if you start hanging around again.”

“there’s no possible way you could get rid of me now.”

[bts-storys]

A bad mix of sweets

Author: bts-storys

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: mature content, 18+

Genre: Strangers to lovers/ Fairground AU / Smut / slight Angst

Word Count: 4,941

Summary: You work at a fairground selling crêpes, minding your own business, sometimes judging a customer in your head. When all of the sudden someone has an order you just can’t stay quiet about. 

Warnings: oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, graphic description of sex, penetration

A/N: This piece is my first smut. Ever. I really hope you like it :)

The sweet scent of melted chocolate caught your nose. 

Easily, one of the best smells imaginable. Except it was probably the 200th time today and at this point you would much rather smell some freshmen’s dirty underwear. 

 “Y/N, can you get me another bowl of dough from the fridge?”, Miriam asked, cutting you from having more weird thoughts about unwashed boxers. 

You put it down on her table and turned around to meet the next customer in line. “Hi, what can I get you?” 

While listening to the little girls’ order – once again something screaming ‘caries’ on another level – you thought about your job and if the money was really worth hating on chocolate. To be fair, working at a crêperie wasn’t all bad. Most customers were extremely nice and your payment was definitely higher than average. Plus, you didn’t need to wash your hair five times to get rid of all the frying fat, like Fynn who sold French fries at the other end of the fairground.

Still, at some point you started losing your sweet tooth which was sadly one of the reasons you even wanted to work as a crêpe maker. The fairground had always been one of your favorite places in the city, one of the reasons being the fantastic smell in every corner. You handed the little girl her chocolate-marshmellow sugarbomb and put your eyes on the next person waiting in line.

It was a tall guy. He looked like he was your age or maybe a bit older and he was almost ridiculously handsome. His dark hair went over his ears, hiding the top part of his silver earrings underneath it. He was wearing a white tee combined with black leather pants and he looked like one of those guys who could get anything they asked for. Still, he wouldn’t meet your eyes as if something made him feel very uneasy. When you asked for his order, he scratched the back of his head, before finally looking up to you. You felt your heartbeat increase, right before he started talking. 

“Could you make me a crêpe with everything, please.” 

“A… What?”, was all you could get out, taken aback by his request. 

“Just… You know, with everything”, he repeated. 

“You’re saying you want me to make you a crêpe containing chocolate, strawberries, banana, marshmellows, sugar, vanillasauce, cream cheese, ham and salmon?!” 

With every ingredient you mentioned, he looked even more like he was in pain.

 “Listen”, he began. “I uh- I might have lost a bet saying I could throw 40 baskets in a minute on one of those hellish Basketball machines…” 

You cut him off by bursting into laughter. When you saw Miriams irritated gaze from the corner of your eye, you quickly tried to stop and catch your breath again. 

“I’m so sorry”, you giggled. “But I think you just made my day. I’ll get started right away.” 

He did look slightly offended by your outburst, but offered you a smile when you started making the crêpe. It made him look a lot younger and to be honest pretty cute. You felt your cheeks rose from that realization. 

“May I ask how many baskets you managed to throw?” 

The question coming from your mouth surprised you. You wouldn’t consider yourself shy, but normally you tried not to talk to the customers too much while preparing their food. 

The guy groaned with frustration. “16.” 

“Wow, that is actually impressive!” 

You meant what you said. Everybody around here knew, that Leo always got the bounciest balls for his basket game. You smiled encouragingly while handing him the crêpe if one could still call it that. He paid and took it from you while scrunching his nose in disgust. Before he left, his gaze locked with yours one more time. 

“Thanks, for trying to cheer me up.” 

You failed to smile back at him as you felt something hot bubbling in your belly while looking into his dark eyes. Luckily, he turned around right then and didn’t catch you staring after him. You saw him approach a group of boys who crackled with laughter on his arrival. One of them playfully smacked his back while they headed in another direction. 

“Well that was strange”, Miriam said, snapping you right out of your trance. 

 “Do you mind if I head home, Y/N?” 

“No, it’s fine, the last two hours aren’t too busy, I can manage them alone.” You gave her a smile, turning to the next customer. But in the back of your head, you were still thinking about the cute guys smile for the rest of your shift.

“He ordered WHAT?” 

You sat on your bestfriend’s bed the next day, trying not to laugh at her horrified expression. 

“It’s not that weird!”, you tried defending the poor boy. “He lost a bet you know? Also, didn’t you tell me about that one guy the other day who bought like 20 different bath bombs to try them all together?” 

“Actually, he bought them from my co-worker. She says his name is Jin and he wanted to see what color they would produce! Crêpe-Boy was just trying to get a higher bill at the dentist as it seems.” 

At that you just laughed. You and June had met through some college courses and quickly decided to move in together, while bonding over some secret comfort Ben&Jerrys in the library during the week of finals. It was just like her to defend some strange guy from her job at the Lush store. 

“At least tell me he was handsome enough to pull it off”, she sighed while bringing her hand over her eyes in a dramatic gesture. Under her palm you could still see her eyes sparkle. 

 You looked away. “It wasn’t like that.” 

“So, he was handsome!”, she grinned, knowing she got you right where she wanted. 

“Stop acting and let’s start with the presentation already. You know we’re due to tomorrow”, you laughed while she fake-pouted your way but reached for her notes nonetheless. “I don’t even think I will see him again.” 

Your head was caught up with loads of university stuff for the next day, so you didn’t have the chance to think about the crêpe-guy until your next shift on Friday. You were busy cleaning some shelves when you heard a voice behind you. 

 “Hi.”

You turned around quickly, only to find yourself staring into dark brown eyes. Today he wore a black turtleneck, fitting almost too perfectly to his upper body and his hair looked freshly washed. Startled you tried to brush away some loose strands from your face. 

“Hi! What can I get you? Or are you here to sue us for selling you this crappy thing on Wednesday?”, you asked jokingly. 

He gave you a little laugh. “Actually, I came here to buy another one.” 

You froze and stared at him. He noticed your expression and quickly lifted both of his hand in front of his chest. “Oh! No- No! I mean I want to buy another crêpe. Maybe only chocolate this time?” He smiled sheepishly.

You laughed with relieve. “Thank god, here I was thinking I had to put you on my weird people list.” 

“Your what?”, he asked, while you started making the Crêpe. “Who exactly is on that list?” 

“Well”, you counted on your fingertips. “Barb, the fortune-teller, for trying to convince me that I would lose my right foot the other day, the mailman because I once caught him licking one of my letters, my great uncle Jim for collecting dozens of different pickle jars…” 

“Okay, okay!”, he interrupted you with laughter. “I get it, I don’t want to end up on that list. Even though I wonder what color that bathtub had at the end.” 

His response made you giggle and you felt your face heat up again when he met your eyes. Quickly you looked down, handing him his order. When he gave you the money, your hands touched for a split second. 

“Well uh- see you next time!”, you told him, hating yourself for not coming up with a better goodbye. He walked away and you wished you had asked for his name. 

The following weekend you visited your family but often had your mind wandering off to a certain black-haired boy. The last time you dated anyone was even before you started college and it was thrilling to think about someone that way again. On Monday you woke up from the buzzing of your phone. 

June: Are you excited for todayyy? [9:25 AM] 

Y/N: Please enlighten me. What would I be excited about? [9:29 AM] 

June: HAHAHA [9:34 AM] 

June: You can’t play me girl! I know you’re hoping to see crêpe-Guy again [9:34 AM] 

Y/N: I never said that! I don’t even know his name! [9:36 AM] 

Y/N: Also, where are you right now? [9:36 AM] 

June: Stop trying to distract me y/n. You know I’m right [9:38 AM] 

Y/N: Are you having breakfast without me? [9:39 AM] 

Y/N: You know I can see that you left me on read! [9:59 AM] 

 A little part of you knew that she was right. But that part was a bit dreamy in general, so you tried your best ignoring it for the rest of the day. By the time Miriam went home, leaving you alone for the last hours, every last one of your secret hopes had disappeared. 

He hadn’t shown up. 

Instead you found yourself hiding behind the counter for the second time since your shift began, trying to avoid fortune-teller Barb. Who knew if it wasn’t the day your left foot would get a bad forecast. At least the shift was almost over. You kneeled on the floor, counting to 100 when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hello? Anyone there?” 

You closed your eyes. Of fucking course it would be bad luck to hide from someone who could see the future. Your options were limited. You could just wait until Crêpe-Guy disappeared again, missing yet another chance on talking to him or… You stood up. 

“Yeah, I’m uh- here.” You gave him an apologizing smile. He was clearly confused by your sudden appearance. “I’m sorry, this looks pretty ridiculous right? To be honest I was kinda… hiding? You know I really like my feet and I want to keep them and also I think she looks just really creepy sometimes so I didn’t want her to see me…” You stopped mid sentence. “Sorry, now I’m just talking too much, what can I get you?” 

You could see a spark of irritation in his eyes but he still proceeded telling you his order.

 “I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook”, he suddenly blurted out. You stopped in your motions just fast enough to see him wince uncomfortably.

 “I’m Y/N Y/L/N”, you smiled and went on with his crêpe. 

“So, Y/N.” You really liked the way he said your name. Soft and with some sort of special emphasis. “Where is your co-worker? Without wanting to end up on your creepy people list, why are you alone all of the sudden?” You could see in his eyes that he was really interested, mixed with something else you couldn’t quite make out. 

“That is exactly the kind of question some creep would ask”, you laughed. “But to give you an answer, Miriam always leaves two hours ahead of me so she can get to her yoga class. I’ll manage the remaining time alone and when the fairground closes in a few minutes, I’ll head home as well. There you go.” 

You handed Jungkook the warm Crêpe, taking his money instead. 

“You’re going home all alone? In the dark?”, he asked startled. 

“I don’t live that far”, you smiled at him. “Just right next to the university.” 

“Still. You shouldn’t have to go alone. I could walk you. I mean- If you want me to.” His offer got you by surprise. And apparently, Jungkook took your silence as a no. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to push you into anything, you don’t even have to answer me, I-“ 

“Jungkook”, you interrupted him. “Wait for me to shut the booth?” 

He nodded and started relaxing again, patiently eating his crêpe while you cleaned and finally locked the door behind you. Looking at Jungkook from your elevated place behind the counter was something completely different from looking at him on even grounds. Suddenly he was right there next to you and you tried your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach. 

His black Hoodie let you imagine what his muscular arms would look like without it and when you glanced at him from below, you noticed how defined his jawline was. Suddenly you felt the urge to touch his face and the soft strands of his hair surrounding it. 

On the way back to your apartment the two of you talked about your courses at college and Jungkook being a freelance photographer which you found really impressive. He wished you a good night at the door of your building and you felt excitement rushing through you at the sight of him disappearing into the darkness. 

On Tuesday, even some of your professors commented on you being weirdly fidgety. Of course, only June would connect the dots between your behavior and ‘this Jungkook guy’. Your nervousness had it’s peak on your Wednesday shift. At some point you even lightly burned your hand with the pan and Miriam almost send you home asking if you didn’t feel well. You managed to brush her concerns aside and exactly 15 minutes before closing time, Jungkook showed up in front of the booth. 

“Hey there!”, you chimed, trying to hide your obvious excitement. 

“Hi”, he smiled at you. “I was just on my way home and I thought I could walk you again? You know, because you shouldn’t walk all on your own.” 

You chuckled lightly and started a conversation about a movie both of you liked while you cleaned the surfaces. 

Walking next to Jungkook felt nice. You didn’t touch but you were almost shoulder to shoulder and his soothing voice mixed with the noises of the city.

“What kind of pictures do you like taking the most?”, you asked him curiously.

“I love portraits. When you see every element of a person’s face. Every scar has a story, every wrinkle means something. You can really see a person through their picture. I also like landscapes though, I’m sorry if that sounds boring”, he finished as if he didn’t want to annoy you. 

“It doesn’t. I would love to hear more about your art.” You smiled at him, stopping right in front of your door. 

When you grabbed your purse to get the key, you hissed with pain. 

“What’s wrong?” He sounded alarmed.

“Nothing”, you tried to play it down. “I just burned myself earlier, it’s okay, really.” 

“Show it to me”, Jungkook demanded, grasping your hand carefully. 

His soft skin felt warm under your palm and suddenly you noticed how close he was to you. When you looked up, you met his gaze and the butterflies in your stomach started moving again. You took a step closer, bringing your other hand to his face and he leaned into the touch. His cologne smelled like leather mixed with something really sweet you couldn’t name and it made your head spin with intoxication. 

His eyes trailed all over your face, stopping at your lips and then finally he caught them with his own. The kiss was soft until you sighed into it, giving him full access to your mouth. His tongue ignited a firework inside of you and he tasted sweet and hot at the same time. It was like nothing you ever tasted before. You put your hands in his hair and he pulled you closer by your hips, leaving burning marks where his fingers touched you. When he pulled away, both of you were panting hard and he took a step back to catch his breath. 

“Do you believe me now?”, you asked. 

“Huh?” 

“The burning really isn’t that bad, right?” 

Jungkook could only nod, which made you chuckle. “Goodnight, Jungkookie”, you said sweetly while opening the door. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

When you told June about the kiss, she wouldn’t stop screaming into her pillow, telling you how happy she was for you and how she had told you to stay away from frat boys, for good! 

Friday arrived and you worked next to Miriam when she suddenly pulled at your sleeve. 

“Isn’t that the guy who bought a crêpe containing everything on the menu the other day?”, she asked. 

You looked in the direction she pointed and your upcoming smile fell from your face. She was right. On the other side of the street you saw Jungkook in his black hoodie. From where you were standing you could see how his hair reflected in the sun. He wore those leather pants again which made his muscular legs look gorgeous even from further away. You noticed all of those features but could only focus on the person standing right beside him. 

She had long black hair and even though she looked some kind of weird from behind, you could make out her blue skirt and her red pumps. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, Jungkook laughed and took the girls hand, pulling her with him. You tried to understand what was going on. Jungkook had told you he had an older brother and no cousins. Who was that girl he held hands and seemed so familiar with? 

“Y/N?”, Miriam asked and you heard the concern in her voice. “Are you oka-“ 

“I have to go, I’m sorry Miri!”, was all you could get out before you practically ran out of the booth so she wouldn’t see you cry. 

You couldn’t remember how you got home, only how June found you later that day, buried between your pillows. After making sure you were not physically hurt, she hugged you until you told her everything. 

“What an asshole!”, she exclaimed after listening to you. “So that guy really has a girlfriend?! I wish I could make his manly parts disappear! I would even pay fortune-teller Barb to jinx him! I’m so sorry girl!” 

You snorted at her remark, making you feel the tiniest bit better. After speaking to June, you called in sick at your work for the next week. You tried convincing yourself you didn’t even knew him that well, but having your heart broken after a long time of not giving it to someone felt just shitty. You tried to distract yourself from the thoughts by studying harder but you still felt like crying most of the time. 

It was only now that you realized how much you had actually liked Jungkook despite knowing him for a few weeks top. The kiss you two had shared felt so special to you, well at least now you knew it hadn’t meant the same to him. He was after all just a good-looking guy like all the others. After a few days you started to get really angry with him for leading you on like that. He had walked you home, he did kiss you back, where was his problem? When June left on Sunday to visit her family for a few days you were fuming. It was also the day before you had to go back to work again. 

“You go tell him, girl!”, June told you when she hugged you goodbye. 

On Monday, everything seemed normal. Miriam asked you if you felt better and, after hearing your answer, started chatting about a new yoga studio right around the corner. The time flew while you sold all kinds of crêpes and when your co-worker was gone, you just hoped for Jungkook not to show up. It seemed like your wish would be fulfilled because he was neither there when you locked the door nor when you started walking to your apartment. You almost sighed in relieve before you saw a tall figure right in front of your door. When you approached the building, he called out your name. 

“Jungkook”, you said quietly. “What do you want?” 

“What do you mean?”, he asked with confusion. “Are you okay? Why were you gone the whole week? Did anything happen?” 

“None of your concern. Would you let me get inside please?” You tried pushing past him but he wouldn’t move. 

“I don’t understand! What’s wrong?” Now he looked just really frustrated which provoked your anger. 

“I saw you, Jungkook!” You blurted out, unable to hold it any longer. 

He blinked. “You… saw me? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I saw you at the fairground with your girlfriend!” Finally throwing the information into his face made you feel a lot better. 

“But Y/N I don’t have a girlfriend! Why would I lie to you about that?” He pushed a hand through his hair, getting more irritated by the second. 

You laughed into his face but it wasn’t a nice feeling. “I’m not stupid. Last Friday I saw you with that black-haired girl, you were even holding hands! And I was foolish enough to think you would ever be interested in someone like me!”

After your last sentence he looked at you with his big, brown eyes. “First off Y/N, I don’t know what you’re saying. You’re fucking gorgeous! I still don’t know how I got the courage to even start talking to you!” He looked into your eyes. “Can we please go inside and talk about everything? You must be wrong, I wasn’t with any girl last Friday I was-“ He stopped talking. 

You could see on his face when the realization hit him. You cocked an eyebrow. “Finally remembered your girlfriend, Jungkook?” 

He looked at you like he saw you for the first time ever. “Y/N, I am so sorry. I never thought about you seeing that but you have to believe me I don’t have a girlfriend. It wasn’t even a girl I was with on Friday. Do you remember that I had to buy that first crêpe because of a lost bet?” 

You nodded, still being suspicious. “Well, in my group of friends we bet each other a lot and when Min Yoongi lost his bet last week, he had to dress up as a girl and ride the ghost train at the fairground. That’s who you saw me with! If you don’t believe me, I even have a picture.” 

He pulled his phone from his backpocket, showing you a picture of a guy who was clearly not amused by being photographed. He was wearing a black wig as well as the blue skirt and red pumps you saw the other day. If the situation hadn’t been so tense, you would’ve laughed at how ridiculous he looked. 

Jungkook offered you a smile. “I’m really sorry Y/N. If I had known how you got it all wrong, I would have come here a lot sooner.” 

“No”, you said. “I’m the one who has to apologize. I’m really sorry I made assumptions about you without even asking. I’m sorry I just cut you off. It’s just that I really like you and seeing you with another girl- it hurt, you know?” 

His smile widened at your words. “You like me?” 

“I do, dumbass”, you flicked him off with you hand, not trying to hide your own smile anymore. 

“Good. Because I like you too.” His confession made your cheeks heat up. 

You lowered your gaze so he wouldn’t see the redness of your face but Jungkook made one step and grabbed your chin forcing you to look up again.

“Don’t be ashamed Y/N. You’re beautiful.” His thumb went over your bottom lip in a caressing gesture. “I really want to kiss you right now”, he murmured. 

“Do it then.” 

His lips felt soft against your own and his hand moved to your neck tilting your head slightly to get better access to your mouth. You brushed his hot tongue with yours grabbing the fabric of his top to pull him closer. He wore that damn turtleneck again. Jungkook walked you back until you hit the wall of the building and when he pushed against your body you could feel the hardness in his pants. You brought one hand down to his crotch stroking the front of it and he moaned against your lips. The sound was addicting. In return, Jungkook started pinching your left nipple through your shirt. Arousal built up between your legs. You stopped the kiss, meeting his dark gaze with yours. 

“I think you’re right”, you panted. “We should go upstairs and ‘talk’ about everything.” 

He smirked, seeing you fumble with your keys, letting you pull him inside the house and into your apartment. Both of you kicked your shoes off and then he was all over you again. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and nipping the soft skin until you were a whining mess in his arms. After pulling your shirt and bralette off, he stared at your bare chest in awe. Diving down he started sucking your nipple having you close your eyes, moaning from his touch. 

“You’re so responsive, baby.” The new nickname sent shivers through your whole body. 

“Jungkook please, bedroom”, you moaned, showing him to your room where he laid you on your bed. He started kissing you again feverishly, taking everything, you had to offer. 

“Tell me baby. What do you want me to do?”, he asked as he broke the kiss. 

“I don’t care, just do something, I need you Jungkook!”, you whined. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Take you pants off for me baby.” 

You did as he told you to, exposing yourself in front of him. You felt a new wave of heat rushing through your core at the thought of being completely naked while he was still fully dressed. Jungkook put two fingers in front of your face. “Suck.” 

You did your best, licking them with your tongue, bobbing your head making him imagine your lips around his cock instead. “God”, he groaned, pulling his fingers from your mouth. “I will make you feel so good baby, I promise. Spread your legs for me.” 

The next thing you felt was a single digit stretching you out and you moaned at the feeling of Jungkook pushing deeper. He curled his finger professionally leaving no imagination to where this would end. While he held you in place with one hand, the other one was working towards your relieve.

“You’re so wet baby, do you think you can take another one?” 

“Yes, please”, you told him before crying out at the stretch of two fingers inside of you. He started pushing them in and out scissoring you from the inside and when you felt his tongue circling your clit you knew it was over. 

“Ah, I’m coming, Jungkook!”, you let out a high-pitched moan as he worked you through your orgasm. 

“That was so hot, you look fucking gorgeous when you come”, he told you, looking at his wet fingers. “I need to be inside of you right now. Please?” 

You hummed in approval, already feeling empty without him. Somewhere distant you could hear him tear his clothes off and rip open a condom. The next moment he was beside you again, rolling you over on your side and positioning himself behind you. 

“Are you ready baby?” 

“Fuck me, Jungkook.” 

The second those words left your mouth, you could feel his tip at your entrance. He pushed himself further inside, still going slow to let you adjust to his size, before he started pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. Now that you could feel how big he was, you were relieved he took his time preparing you before. 

“Your sweet little cunt feels so tight around me, fuck!” 

You cried out at his words and the feeling of his cock entering you from behind. He shattered kisses down your neck and your shoulders, still pushing deep inside of you. His large hands were holding you in place, sometimes teasing your buds to tear a whimper from you. Heat started to build up again inside of your stomach and Jungkook noticed your moans turning higher. He started speeding up bringing one hand to your front where he began rubbing circles to your sensitive point. With every thrust he would hit a certain spot inside of you, making you see stars. 

“Ahh, right there!” 

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His cock and his hand made you trip over the edge, moaning uncontrollably into your pillow. White light exploded in front of your eyes as the pleasure hit you. Only a second later Jungkook groaned, spilling himself into the condom. 

He gave you a few last pushes before pulling out and you sighed at the loss of him. You heard him throw the condom into your trashcan before he got back on the bed, pulling you into a hug. It was silent for a long time where both of you just listened to each other’s heartbeat before Jungkook spoke up again. 

“Would you go on a date with me Y/N? I meant what I said outside, I really like you.” 

You turned and smiled at him shyly. “Me too. I would really like that.” 

He playfully nudged your check with his nose. “I’m so glad I lost my bet and had to buy that nasty crêpe. Even though it tasted real shit.” 

You furrowed your brows. “Please don’t tell me you really ate that!”, you said, trying not to laugh but failed miserably. 

“I did. All of it.”

© Bts-Storys, 2021. Do not copy or repost without permission.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading until now! TT There’s still much I would like to improve about my writing so stay tuned!

[auroras-blend]

Don't Talk to Strangers

Summary: Alessia POV where she tracks down Marilyn and Patience.

The summer wind was a nice refresher as the breeze caressed Alessia’s face. The small town of Summerfield was as pleasant as a place can be with the friendly neighborly waves that she, a stranger, received while strolling on the sidewalk. It was the type of place where everyone knew everyone and everything about everyone. Thankfully the friendliness of the people and their need to gossip suited her task just fine. For a former P.I., she would’ve thought that Patience Winslow would’ve been harder to find, especially if she knew the bounty on her head.

But Alessia wasn’t here to kill anyone, not that she wasn’t capable, mind you but her task was much more important. To find Borghese’s daughter. Though someone will probably end up dead by the end of it, she thought. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked along the sidewalk of the park and playground. The bright colors of the playground, the laughing children, gossiping mothers, and the grating sounds of the swingsets squeaking proved that this was a place of community. And Patience didn’t fit in one bit.

Whereas the other mothers convened on a picnic table or sat with each other on the other benches, Miss Winslow was completely and utterly alone. Winslow was reading some book that Alessia couldn’t be bothered to see or ask what it was about, with a frown etched on her face. The frown lines around her mouth had set from years of turmoil, but Alessia hated to admit it, the woman still had a beauty to her. Not a youthfulness or brightness mind you, but she was nothing to scoff at. Freckles sat like snowflakes on her round English featured face that concentratedly read the pages.

Alessia bit her cheek and wondered what it was about this woman that had Leonardo so obsessed. Her whole demeanor reeked of bitterness as she sat tautly on the bench alone in her bland-looking brown pantsuit. You owe me eight hundred favors Leonardo, she thought and rolled her eyes. With pep in her step and an air of confidence, she walked over to the bench and without asking sat down next to the woman who ruined so many lives. As she sat down on the hard cool metal, she politely said, “I hope you don’t mind. I’ll only be here for a moment.”

“It’s fine,” Winslow said, not tearing her eyes off of her book.

Winslow’s posture was tenser, not that Alessia minded. She just chalked it up to the woman’s personality. Alessia slid her shoulder bag onto the space beside her, not that there was a lot of room to begin with. I hope the chipping paint doesn’t ruin the bottom. Alessia’s hazel eyes roamed the playground looking for the little girl with blonde curls and green eyes, which was all the information she could gather on her appearance from the women who had quite a bit to comment about the little family.

“Such a sweet and polite girl. A little shy, doesn’t have a lot of friends,” one of the women said.

“Her mother’s fault. Patience makes no effort whatsoever on behalf of herself or her daughter to be a part of the community,” another one added.

“Such a shame,” another woman added in a syrupy tone, “A beautiful child like her needs friends. I fear she’ll make a spinster of her own daughter.”

“The girl is beautiful?” Alessia asked.

The first woman gasped, “Oh yes. Little Marilyn is just a doll, more beautiful than one too! Beautiful blonde curls that my stylist can’t even match.”

The women laughed at the first woman’s joke. “I suspect she looks quite a bit like her father, whoever he is,” the woman added the last part nastily, “She has very little of her mother in her, with the exception of her eyes and nose.”

Really, Alessia had to ask very few questions because the women were happy to give their opinion on Patience who seemed to be rather unlikeable in the community. There were a couple of girls who matched the description, though Alessia was too far away to see their eyes to make out the color. Ugh, I have to talk to her then. Alessia smiled softly and did her best to make her eyes gaze off whimsically, “Children really are a blessing, huh?”

Patience bristled but didn’t tear her eyes off of her book. “Yeah,” she said stiffly.

It was a response with no honesty behind it, but then again what else are you supposed to say in a town and world like this? This is her mother? Poor dear. Those women really were honest about her coldness. “Which one is yours?” she asked.

Patience finally looked up, tearing her eyes off of her book to get a proper look at Alessia. Alessia had noticed Patience peeking up at her while she was “reading”, but she pretended to ignore that. “What?” she asked with a gaping mouth.

The woman looked surprised that Alessia was talking to her. The little woman seemed genuinely intimidated by her, whether it was her beauty or glamor she didn’t know. Maybe both, she thought smugly. Alessia laughed, “Which child is yours?”

Patience’s mouth set back into a firm line and looked out, her eyes settling on the girl on the swingsets. “That one,” she said quickly.

Alessia looked out at Marilyn. All alone, like her mother. Her heart ached as she saw the beautiful little girl look longingly at the other children playing with each other, but she still swung contentedly. Poor baby. Marilyn was the spitting image of her father. He’ll be pleased. “She’s beautiful,” Alessia complimented meaning every word, “Just like her mother.”

Patience didn’t say thank you, but looked over at Marilyn before eyeing Alessia, “Where are your kids?”

Her tone was distrustful, as were her eyes. Smart. “I have none, but my sister does. A boy and girl, and the three of them are supposed,” she stressed the last word, “to meet me here right about now.”

She pretended to read the time off of her watch. Patience looked like she couldn’t decide where to keep her eyes; on her daughter or Alessia. Alessia sighed in pretend annoyance before smiling at little Marilyn. “What’s your sister’s name?” Patience asked.

“Paula,” Alessia answered swiftly.

Given what she heard about the woman’s community involvement or lack thereof, she was sure Patience could never figure out whether what she was saying was true. “What’s your niece and nephew’s names?” she asked.

The small woman’s tone had changed. An interrogation? “Mark and Dorothy,” she answered, making sure her expression seemed unbothered and uninterested.

“How old are they?” Patience asked quickly, giving Alessia no time to ask the name of her daughter.

Alessia smirked and raised her eyebrows. “Twelve and six…” she responded before changing her tone to lace it with suspicion, “Why do you ask?”

She wanted to turn it on Patience, make it seem that she was the one asking questions that were not her place to ask. And it worked. Patience blushed in embarrassment, the color looking odd on her pale freckled cheeks, probably believing she had overstepped herself. “Sorry,” she said as she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear, but recovered her tone, “I was just wondering if they were my daughter’s age and in her grade.”

“Oh…” Alessia said thoughtfully, “How old is your daughter?”

Alessia could see Patience bite the inside of her cheek, realizing she had opened herself up to an invasive question. She saw her look thoughtfully over at her daughter, probably wondering if she could get away with lying about her age, “She’s...seven.”

Lie. Alessia knew the girl had just turned six. “What a great age,” Alessia said, “Dorothy’s still so sweet. Mark is getting to be a bit of a handful.”

She laughed, “Lucky I’m the aunt though.”

Patience didn’t respond and trained her eyes on her daughter as if her gaze was the only thing that kept Marilyn from being snatched away. Alessia pretended to check her watch again, before she heard the distrustful voice, “What’s your name?”

“Margaret, but everybody calls me Maggie,” she said familiarly, “What’s yours?”

Patience paused. I thought she was supposed to be a professional. “Sue,” she lied.

“Well Sue,” she said the woman’s fake name sweetly, “How about I ask Dorothy if she knows your daughter? What’s her name?”

Alessia refocused her eyes on Marilyn, watching the wind blow her father's blonde curls out of her face. She could feel Patience’s eyes, searing and distrustful. The woman clearly didn’t want to give out her daughter’s name, but she was in a corner. After several moments she answered. “Abby,” she lied with a firm tone.

“Abby...cute name,” Alessia smiled, “And your last? I’m sure there are a lot of Abby’s”

“I can always talk to her mom to arrange something,” she said swiftly, “When’s your sister getting here again?”

Patience was calling her bluff. There’s no way a woman like her would openly engage with another mother, nor did she have the skills to. “Well, she’s supposed to be here right about now,” she said, frowning, “I wonder if I have the wrong park. Is there another one around?”

Alessia knew there was. “Four blocks down then you take a left on Seel Street, then two more blocks, you’ll take a right on Baker,” Patience replied tersely, “There’s a payphone over there. You should call her.”

Patience snapped her book closed and pulled her purse towards her, opening it just enough to make Alessia see a flash of a gun. It was a warning. Stay the fuck away from me and my kid. Patience clasped her purse and harshly swung it over her shoulder, as she stood up from the park bench and marched towards the swingsets. “Nice to meet you, Sue,” she said pleasantly, giving Patience a wave.

Patience didn’t respond, but her posture was stiff as she felt Alessia’s eyes on her. Alessia left the bench and went near the payphone and parking lot. If she was lucky, she could get a photo of the girl. From there she watched the woman and the little girl argue before she saw Patience roughly grab Marilyn’s arm and pull her along. Alessia frowned as she watched the little girl’s lip wobble and tears form in pain. She’ll be better off.

As Patience dragged her daughter towards the car, she looked back at the bench and her eyes scanned the playground for Alessia who had already hidden herself. Alessia trained her camera on the mother-daughter duo and snapped several pictures until she was satisfied she had one good enough to give to Leonardo. Even from the distance, she heard the rough slam of the car door and the screeching of the tires as Patience violently drove out of the parking lot. Her resolve hardened. Don’t worry Marilyn, your father will be with you soon.

[katsuukiwii]

Proud-Levi X Reader Chapter Two

Chapter Two- “Normal Days...For Now, At Least.”

Chapter Warnings: Language, Implied Masturbation, Gay Relationships, Tattoos, Implied Gay Sex.

Contains: Fluff

Levi holds Liam’s hand as they walk through aisles filled with costumes. The smaller boy’s icy blue eyes twinkle as he stares at all of them. He then spots a costume out of the corner of his eye and runs up to it, dragging Levi over with him. Liam points out a ‘My Hero Academia’ costume, “Ooh! Look, Papa! I can be Bakugo!” Levi smirks at the boys enthusiasm, pulling the neatly packed costume set off the wall. “C’mere. I need to check if this is your size,” he stares intently at the costume measurements, then to Liam, then back to the measurements. “It should fit you. Do you wanna be Ba...Baku…” Liam smiles, “It’s Bakugo! And yes!!” Levi chuckles, “Alright, here you go,” he hands the bag to him, “If you find a costume you like more tell me.” They continue to walk around the costumes. 

Levi grumbles, he hates costume shopping, if it's for him at least. But, like he told Jean, he was desperate. “Hey Liam, what should I be for Halloween?” Instead of Liam's voice, he hears someone else’s, “You should go in drag.” Levi turns around, seeing one of his closest friends, “Very funny, Mike.” Liam listens to the two men talking confused on almost EVERYTHING they were talking about. But, nonetheless, he answers, “You should go as something creepy! But not too creepy, ‘cuz I won’t like it..” All three of them looked around as Levi and Mike talked. 

Suddenly, Levi sees something that catches his eye. A wall filled with simple things you could pair with any normal clothes. Yeah, he’s kinda boring. Mike speaks up, “God, you’re no fun dude.” Levi sends him a glare, grabbing a pair of mid-length black horns and large black wings. “Yeah, I know. But every other costume is either a fucking joke, extra, or sexual.” Mike rolls his eyes, “Fine. Y’know, the ladies might like you more if you have an out-there costume!” Mike argues. Levi smirks, shaking his head in disbelief. He speaks quietly, but loud enough so that at least Mike can hear, “I can’t believe I’m doing this just to get pussy.” Mike laughs, patting Levi’s back, “It’s okay dude. You’ll get some eventually.”

...

Levi bought the costumes, and now he was laying on the couch watching Liam color. Suddenly the boy turns around and looks at him, “Papa?” Levi raised a thin brow, “What is it?” Liam stands up, grabbing some markers, “Can I color in your drawings?” He lays there, confused until he realizes what he meant. “Oh! My tattoos?” Liam nods his head gleefully and Levi sits up, taking off his shirt and lifting his right pant leg up to his knee, revealing two hidden tattoos. 

One started on his left upper arm, covering part of his chest, it contained daffodils and two cobras. Kuchel loved daffodils, and Levi helped her get over her fear of snakes by getting one, named Sir Racha (pronounced like sriracha). He obviously didn’t have a cobra, but he was fascinated by them. The second one started the side of his right calf, reaching down to his ankle. That one was a small portrait of Liam, with a border of things he loved. Everytime Liam started to like something new, Levi got it added. Technically, it was more than two tattoos, but it still counts as two to him. On there, he had Mr. Krabs (his favorite character in Spongebob), the ‘My Hero Academia’ logo, Tigger from Winnie The Pooh (since he’s so energetic), and a cat drawing Liam made when he was 3 (his favorite animal). Yes, it looked very childish, and often became a conversation topic, but people loved the story behind it. 

Liam moved to sit next to Levi, and started coloring the one of his chest. While he waited, Levi would start his homework, “Papa, what color is a cobra?” Levi looks at him and ruffles his hair, “Whatever color you want them to be.”

...

Levi was dropping his boy off at his elementary school, “Bye, Papa!”

“Cya buddy. I’ll pick you up today, alright?” He watches in the mirror as Liam jumps happily in his seat, “Yes! I don’t have to take the bus today! Woo hoo!!!” Levi smirks, “Nope, not today. Have a good day, I’ll see you later kid.” With that, Liam gets out of the car, waving goodbye before walking into the school. 

Levi loved him, he really did. But as soon as he drove away he took out one of his Mr. Bungle CD’s (!dont use headphones when listening!)and turned up the volume. He listened to somewhat... strange music. He had no idea what the hell he was supposed to call it other than that. But hey, he liked it nonetheless! He makes a left turn, pulling into the school’s parking lot, choosing one of the spots closest to the exit. He steps out of his car seeing a familiar blonde figure outside, staying away from the crowd of kids waiting for the doors to open.

“Yo, Erwin. What’s up?” The large man turns to look at him, nearly looking straight down, “Hey. We’re you listening to the with Liam in the car?” Of course Erwin had to mention his choice of music. “No! And who’s his father? Me. Not you.” The taller man shrugs, and Levi speaks up again, “I heard about Petra’s party. Are you going?” Erwin shrugs, “No, I’m not all for parties and-” Levi smirks, interrupting him, “But maybe you can hook up with someone. I know you’re still a virgin!” The blonde glares at him, “Levi, no offense, but you’ve had sex with more women than you can count. I, however, don’t want to waste it on women I don’t know.” Levi rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I hate when you’re right.” 

Just then, someone comes to unlock the doors, and everybody walks in. He taps Erwin’s shoulder, “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna cover my tattoo.” Erwin nods, and Levi walks into the locker room (it was closer than the bathroom). Just as he does that, he notices four feet instead of two in a stall, two of those feet quickly moving up to hide themselves. Levi shakes his head laughing, “It’s just me.” He starts to wrap some cloth around his tattoo, rolling his eyes as he hears two shy “hey”s and the stall opens. Levi turns, seeing Marco and Jean, “Have a good time?”

Marco blushes, “We were just having a little makeout…” Jean nods, “Yeah, people are too gossipy around here. We’re smarter than you.” He finishes wrapping the cloth around his arm, pulling the t-shirt sleeve back over and grabbing his backpack, “Yeah. Well, at least you know not to be like me.” 

...

The bell rings, and he’s finally done with school! He gets into his car and gets a call. He puts it on speaker and starts driving, “Hello.” Suddenly, Hanji’s voice comes from the other end, “Hiya, Levi,” he hears muffled voices, until he hears Liam’s, “Hey, Papa!” He smiles to himself, “Hey bud. How was school? Did Aunt Hanji teach you guys anything?” 

“Uh-huh! We’re learning all about the moon! We have one, but Jupiter has 79!” Levi makes a sound of acknowledgement, “That’s cool buddy. Do you know why Hanji called me?” He hears Hanji and Liam giggle, and Hanji speaks yet again, “Can I hang out with Liam today? I know you have work, and I don’t have much to do!

He shrugs, “Sure, just make sure he doesn’t eat too much sugar. I’ll take him home around 6? That gives him three hours with you.”

They both squeal, “Thank you Papa!” He laughs, “No problem. I love you, be safe.”

“Yes sir! Hehe” And they finally hang up, Levi turning back to drive home.

...

Levi groans out of boredom getting up to look for something to eat, legs shaking and arm hurting from a...busy afternoon. He passes the counter spotting something orange and white in the corner of his eye, he stops, taking a couple steps backwards to see what it was. A bag of Goldfish crackers, hell yeah. He grabs the bag and walks back to his room, flopping on the bed and curling up in warm blankets. Shit, maybe letting Hanji babysit wasn’t the worst.

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Boom! Chapter two! Kinda boring, but it will start to get good around chapter four! Let me know what you thought! Upload schedule for each chapter is here 

[kim-chann]

“Cats” [Ichimatsu X Allergic!Reader]

I wrote this is March but then I finally finished this in June lol. Anyways, this was from Wattpad once again, I hope you like it! 💕

God fucking damn it. I hate this so much. Don't you just love it when a friend that you've known for a while agrees to hang out with you, but you feel nervous for no god damn reason?

Like, come on.

You're only friends.

Friends do that right?

Like...

...Like, hang out?

Then why the fuck are you so nervous?

Questions and thoughts cloud your mind as you sit down at the bench of the park. The sun radiates your being, you literally feel your scalp burning. You occasionally pat your head to feel your hair on fire and ruffle it as an attempt to reduce the heat. How long were you going to wait for this man?

Ichimatsu Matsuno. The mysterious man that is secretly a normie to society. He's just too shy to express it. You found it discreetly adorable though. Being a high school friend to the Matsuno brothers made you feel like you were blessed to be the sextuplets' friends. Compared to high school and their adult years-- what the fuck happened?

It made you question what kind of curse--yet blessing came on their personalities. You were just proud that they found themselves instead of being the same person. That'd be weird as shit.

You stood up and looked around. A sigh left your mouth as you pulled out your phone.

16:43 (4:43 P.M.)

'I swear to Akatsuka-sensei, where is Ichimatsu?' You thought, glaring at your phone. "Ah. (Y/N)..." A voice calls out. You tilt your head towards the direction of the voice. There stood Ichimatsu with one of his hands tugged into his purple jersey and one carrying a grocery bag. You loved that jersey, it really fit Ichimatsu.

He pulls his face mask under his chin, "Gomen. I was at a convenience store to buy food for the cats."

You smiled, "No, no. It's fine!" You reassured, shaking your head to reassure him. You knew Ichimatsu too well that he gets upset very quickly if it's at his fault. Especially if he offends or hurts someone that wasn't intentional. He was the definition of baby.

Ichimatsu just hummed in response as you both stare at each other. An awkward aura surrounds both of you.

Fuck.

"So do you want to--" "So you want to--"

"Ah." You both stare at each other, a crimson shade dusted both of your cheeks. Both of you muttered a shy sorry.

"You go first." You insist.

"Eh? No, whatever your gonna say is better than trash like me. Please proceed."

You playfully glared at him, "God. I hate it when you say that. Stop it. Go first."

Ichimatsu just slouches even more, gripping a bit tighter on the grocery bag he was holding.

"I was just wondering if you want to go feed the cats in the alleyway before we go somewhere..." He brushes his index finger against his cheek with a faint blush on his face.

"Oh, sure! I'd love too!" You say enthusiastically. Ichimatsu just nods before he begins to walk down the street. You follow right behind him, hands feeling a bit uncomfortable at your sides. You feel your cheeks hot and red from your anxiety and embarrassment you emended with Ichimatsu.

Sure, you've hung out with the Matsuno brothers before, but you're barely alone with Ichimatsu alone. Just the two of you? The thought just increases the blush on your face.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu suddenly asks. You turn to him, hands concluding to rest in your pockets. "You're fidgety and red."

You wanted to murder yourself for making yourself very obvious. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry..."

"We're here." He stops walking and turns towards an alleyway before you walk in. You tailgate behind him before he crouches down and pulls out dried sardines from the grocery bag.

Cats begin to come out of their hiding spot and meows welcomely towards Ichimatsu. You hear him give a lovingly chuckle before he hand-feeds a few cats.

Oh fuck. Oh god.

They're so cute. The cats and Ichimatsu.

But... you forgot about your allergies.

You gulp and pray to Akatsuka-sensi that your allergies don't get triggered immediately.

Ichimatsu turns towards you and ushers you to come closer.

You feel beads of sweat trickle down your forehead before hesitantly walk toward. You walk closer but halt when you're right behind Ichimatsu and crouch.

He tilts his head before giving you his significant grin. "Are you scared? Don't be... here." He reaches for your hand and guides it towards the closest cat. You blush from his hand being in contact with yours. You lightly flinch when you come in contact with the beautiful cat. Its fur is so soft against your touch.

You feel pity for the cats. Fuck them humans who abandoned them in the first place.

Gosh, you loved cats so much! Why did God have to curse you to be allergic?

"See?" Ichimatsu says before a couple of cats walk towards you and purr against your knees. You mentally screech from the cuteness and begin to pet the cats with a huge smile on your face.

"Here." Ichimatsu hands you a couple of dried sardines. You smile as a silent 'thank you' before feeding the cats one by one. They lick your hands when there weren't any more fish. You shivered from the texture of their tongues. People were right, cats' tongues were like sandpaper.

You wipe their spit by petting their fur. Come on, everybody does that. There's literally no point in denying that you do that.

Ichimatsu feeds the other cats that were a bit shyer to come out compared to the rest of the cats and feed on the dried sardines.

Your ankles begin to feel pain from crouching too much-- so you get on your knees and pet the kittens as you do so. You mentally name each cat that comes to your attention and make note of them. You would adopt them all if you could.

"ACHOO!"

Oh fuck.

Here comes the waterworks.

You groan before wiping your snot with your sleeve.

Oh no...

Cats rubbed against your sleeves too. Fuck you were screwed.

Your eyes begin to water and you stand up and attempt to wipe your runny nose and watery eyes with the assumed 'clean spots' from your sweater. That didn't help at all. Suddenly, your arm begins to feel itchy and you see hives begin to form.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu asks, still crouched with an eyebrow arched with concern. You didn't reply before letting out another sneeze.

Alarmed from your sudden change of state, Ichimatsu stands up. "Oy... I asked you a question."

You just shook your head before wiping your snot with your sleeve once again. "Y-Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry..." You begin to walk slowly away from the cats to battle your allergies. "I'm just allergic to cats, that's all."

"Eh?" Ichimatsu's mouth lightly perked open in confusion. "Here, let's go." He puts a shaky hand on your shoulder before he ushers you away from the alleyway. He takes a quick glance at the cats before returning his attention to you.

"You idiot. Why did you agree with me to feed the cats when you're allergic?" You shake your head in embarrassment. "Sorry. I sometimes forget that I have allergies for cats. Gomen, gomen." You keep apologizing.

"I-I'll go to my house to clean myself up. You can go home if you want. I'm sorry for ruining today. We can postpone this next time..." You say. You were a bit disappointed to say that. But that didn't come unnoticed.

"N-No, no... I'll come with you." Those words came out of Ichimatsu's mouth before he even thought about it. He mentally slapped himself for saying those words. Now you're going to think he's a pervert that's trying to see you naked in your bathroom to shower.

Wait, what?

"Um sure..!" You agreed.

WHY.

JUST WHY.

If you could, you'd begin to strangle yourself right there. You already ruined your 'date' with Ichimatsu with your stupid allergies, and you're letting him into your house when you clearly didn't clean up. Wait, did you say 'date'? Whatever! That didn't matter right now!

"Um, here. Let's go." You say before fast walking towards your house. You brought yourself into this mess, and now you've got to get yourself out. Ichimatsu tagged along, taking occasional glances at you while the both of you barely conversed a conversation.

You sigh when you stand in front of your house and pull out your keys. You unlocked the door and peek a little bit inside before cringing a bit.

"What's wrong?" Ichimatsu asks, noticing that you're not walking in your own damn house.

"I didn't clean up the house," You say with a blush. "I wasn't expecting guests. So I apologize in advance." Ichimatsu just nods before you open the door.

It wasn't that messy, but it was pretty messy. You know?

You didn't know what to do, and you invite Ichimatsu over to your living room. "Here, make yourself at home. You can take a few snakes if you'd like. I'm going to take a shower..." You say before making your way towards your bedroom.

Ichimatsu sits down at your couch. It grows silent before the sound of the shower echoes throughout the house. Anxiety and awkwardness pursed his nerves. Now the tables have turned. What was he supposed to do?

You said he can have a few snacks, but it kinda felt rude to just grab it and eat it. Was he allowed to turn on the TV? Why the fuck was he asking that. Of course, he can if he wanted too.

...Right?

Why did he even ask if he can come over?

The answer never really came to his mind. The only response was butterflies in his stomach. Do virgins experience such difficult situations?! WHy?! He was screaming at himself for bringing this on himself.

The sound of water suddenly stopped; indicating that you were done with your shower. Ichimatsu stopped lecturing himself before immediately turning on the TV, trying to make you think that he was watching TV.

A few minutes have gone by and Ichimatsu was not even paying attention to the TV at all. He was overthinking each scenario of what he can do to make things less awkward for both of you. This is the first time he was alone with a girl. A frickin' girl for crying out loud. Ichimatsu shoves out his lust out the door. He couldn't help it, he was a virgin aching to lose it.

You come to the living room with a towel over your shoulders to let your wet hair dry against it. You're wearing shorts and short sleeves that reveal most of your skin.

Blood ushers out of his nose before he discreetly pinches his nose with a red face. "Hey--Woah, are you okay?" You asked, walking closer to him. Ichimatsu stammers for a response, "W-Where's the bathroom?" He asks and immediately goes to the direction of where you pointed at.

(Y/n) hums in confinement, before making her way to the couch and slouches, watching Ichimatsu rush to the bathroom.

That was a bit strange, did you do something wrong? Surely you didn't do anything, right? Hopefully? I don't know...

After a few minutes, Ichimatsu comes out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed as his eyes lower down to the floor, ashamed to even look at you. God, why did he have to act like this? Stupid, garbage, kitty-boy, can't even control his own damn emotions around a girl that he was friends with since high school.

Ichimatsu sits down at the couch, far away as possible from (Y/n) as he brings his legs closer to his chest, eyes on the TV screen to make it seems like nothing was wrong when something was clearly wrong in his mind, clouding up his senses and sanity.

"Are you okay, Ichimatsu?" (Y/n) says, breaking the tense atmosphere, on which Ichimatsu did not like at all. It did no justice to his anxiety.

"A-Ah," He turns his head to (Y/n), eyes wondering around a bit, noticing that you were a bit pale-- hell, you look a bit sick. Why was he here anyway? He can't even do anything without making things awkward for the both of them. "...Yes. Are you okay?"

(Y/n) hums a bit pulling out a small bottle of cream and uncaps it, "I'm okay... um..." You look at him, eyes filled with uncertainty, a shy and flushed smile on your face, "Can you do me a favor? You don't have to, of course." You add quickly at the end, crimson dusting your cheeks.

Ichimatsu grows curious, "...Sure."

"Uh," You open your mouth, wanting to say something but it call came out weird and incoherent gibberish. What the hell were you even saying? Were you speaking cursive or some shit?

You give him the bottle of cream that you took out, "Can you help me put some cream on the hives on my legs?" Okay, that sounded pretty gross and disgusting. Why the hell would you word it like that? And who the hell even asks that?!

Ichimatsu's face grows red, his posture stiffening as his mouth grows agape, his thin eyebrows raising, "...Uh--um--I-"

"Sorry, sorry! I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry!" You cut him off, the wave of feeling embarrassed crushing your body, feeling claustrophobic, despite the open area in your house. It was only you and Ichimatsu, why were you so uneased from requesting things?! And hell, that is the problem! It was you and Ichimatsu; alone!

The two of you don't say anything after that, slowly scooting yourself a bit farther away from the kitty boy, not wanting to face him, knowing that if you do, the same emotions of heavy embarrassment will overrun your being. And that my good sir, was not your plan.

You squirt some of the cream on your finger, rubbing it into the small lumps on your skin, making it your main focus. You were too indulged to put the cream onto every hive, you almost forgot that Ichimatsu was just in your house, next to you, staring at your bare legs, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

Wait, hold on.

When he feels the drool trickling down his chin, he whips his head towards the TV screen once again, screaming at himself of self-deprecating comments echoing in his head.

Why was he like this? This was so rude and disgusting, he was not like his brothers-- despite wanting to lose his virginity-- he had some natural respect for a girl that was his friend in high school.

He dares himself to glance back at you, as his half-lidded eyes grow a bit wide. Your eyes were a bit droopy and tired, hands still rubbing the hives on your arms that you already put cream on. His eyebrows narrowed at you, "What's wrong with you?" Er--um... he meant to say, 'is something wrong?'

"Ah-- I'm sorry, I'm a bit drowsy because of the medicine I took..." You hum, your words were slurring now.

Your senses weren't even with you and you felt so heavy with tiredness from the side effects from your allergy medicine. Ichimatsu felt a bit bad, worried even.

"Here," Ichimatsu grabs the cream in your hands, before putting some on his fingers. "...I'll help, you dummy..."

Your cheeks grow flushed as Ichimatsu gently grabs your forearm and applies the cream onto your skin that you didn't put on. "Thank you..." You mutter out. Despite your tired state, your heart was beaming with adoration from how gentle the wanna-be-bad-boy was treating you.

"It's nothing." He says, grabbing your other arm and rubs gently onto your infected skin. "You shouldn't have agreed to feed the cats with me, you're an idiot for forgetting your own allergies."

"Sorry..."

"...Just don't do it again, look at you now." He teases.

"Sorry."

"And stop saying 'sorry', it's getting annoying."

"...Sorry."

Ichimatsu raises a brow at you, making you giggle aloud.

Ichimatsu finishes applying the cream on your skin and raises his head, humming as he sees your half-asleep state. "You should go to bed, get some rest to heal up..."

"Mmm," you pout, not wanting to get up. "Fine, as long as your staying for the night."

"Huh?!"

"It's late already, stay in the guest room if you want..."

God, you were not sober at all. What were you drunk? No, not necessarily. I mean you were a bit drugged because of the side effects of your medicine, but the bold invitations were not making things better for both of you.

Ichimatsu didn't respond, looking out the window and indeed, it was dark outside already, how did he not even notice?

Ichimatsu turns to you, as you get up and grab a blanket from your room, "Oy, you were supposed to stay there and rest."

"But my bed isn't comfy," You complain sliding back into the couch and wrap the blanket around you-- "Plus, I don't want to sleep right now, I feel like watching a movie or something..." -- you throw the rest of the blanket at Ichimatsu, gesturing that he, as well, can use the blanket.

Ichimatsu glares at you as you grab the remote and switch the channel to Netflix. You weren't even paying attention to him when he needed you most to. Did that make sense? I'm not sure. Nothing makes sense.

You play a movie, cuddling into the warm blanket, eyes on the screen, not looking at Ichimatsu.

Ichimatsu looks back at the blanket in his hands before he embarrassedly wraps it around himself. And damn, it was pretty darn comfortable.

The movie played on for a few minutes, the atmosphere no longer awkward, but a bit comforting. Ichimatsu liked it.

Ugh, why must life curse Ichimatsu to make him a bit drowsy as well? He feels that every time he blinks, he feels like it took an effort to open his eyes again.

A sudden weight presses down onto his shoulder, alarming his senses and popping his bubble of sleep that was slowly embracing him. He turns his head, your (H/C) hair in his view.

You were sleeping on his shoulder.

Oh my fucking god, why.

He was no longer feeling like sleeping, he felt like fucking dying.

Heat rushes to his face, as he hears your peaceful sounds of breathing, indicating that you were sleeping. Ichimatsu debates if he should wake you and tell you to sleep on your bed, but the other half of him likes that you're sleeping on him.

Did he just say that he liked it? God, Ichimatsu...

He fumbles with his fingers, his hands fumbling on the fabric on the blanket on which he shared with you. The movie continues to do its job as background noise, making Ichimatsu feel less uncomfortable. If it were silent, with no movie, then it would bring the atmosphere more tense and thick.

The sound of your breathing and the warmth of your body brought him a bit of tranquility. He bites his lip, the same feeling of sleepiness coming back to his senses. He yawns and shyly leans more into your touch. It was comforting.

Really, really, comforting.

He glances at the clock, noticing that only 13 minutes have passed. This was going to be a long night, and he couldn't bring himself the courage to awaken you. He can't stay up anyways. It would be worse than weird when you wake up in the morning to see his eyes bloodshot and scruffy from not sleeping. And hell, he didn't want you to feel guilty for sleeping on him.

His head twitches as he glances at your sleeping figure again before he leans his head onto yours, his head snuggling into your (H/C) locks, a blush on his cheeks. He smiles, feeling a warm feeling in his stomach as it tickles his abdomen. He reaches over to the blanket and tucks it closer to your body.

Ichimatsu leans onto your head once more, feeling his eyelids grow tired and tired by the moment.

He always wondered what it felt like to have a girlfriend to kiss him, take care of him, and hold his hand to reassure him that everything was alright. He glances at your hand and blushes.

Hold his hand.

He hovers his hand onto yours and gives a squeeze on your soft hand. It was comforting, secure and the butterflies in his stomach pursed through his being. Ichimatsu grows comfortable by the second and purrs onto your touch.

Ichimatsu leans into your touch before he slips into a deep sleep, hand locked into yours, a smile on his face.